now that i finally have health insurance again, i met with a general surgeon today regarding my gallbladder. he informed me it was imperative that i have it removed and was appalled that i went this long without taking care of it. me too, buddy. i go under the knife march 23rd. thank goodness i am blessed with a wonderful network of support to help me care for sylvie post-op. she weighs over 16 pounds now, and i can't lift anything over 15 for two weeks. should be interesting.
i'm not so worried about the surgery itself. i am the queen of menial health problems and have had my share of outpatient surgeries. sinuses (twice), tonsils, wisdom teeth, bone spur, c-section (the only one that still makes me shutter at the thought), etc. i'm confident i will come through it fine. the issue that concerns me is the anesthesia. now, i'm not worried about it not working or not waking up. nothing like that. i am worried about saying something completely idiotic or becoming hostile while on the stuff. both of these things have happened to me.
in 8th grade i had a ganglion removed from the top of my foot, which only required an ankle block and some versed. i remember this so clearly. as they wheeled me back to the OR i broke out into song with several rounds of "i wanna be sedated" by the ramones. flash forward 4ish years. i had to have surgery on my sinuses. i remember waking up in the recovery room to my doctor asking how i felt. (i'm about to use a touch of crass language here.) i, in my stupor, told him i couldn't feel my balls. then promptly asked if it could be our little secret.
that same year i had to get my wisdom teeth removed (2003 was a banner year for me). upon waking up in recovery, i asked to see my mommy. i'm pretty sure this is the only time i've ever called my mom "mommy". i was 17 at the time. when the nurse told me she couldn't come back yet, i grabbed her by her looney tunes scrubs and demanded to see my mommy NOW. i must have been pretty intimidating because that nurse made like the road runner and sprinted to the waiting room. meep meep.
i would like to take this opportunity to apologize to my surgeon, anesthesiologist, and the nurses in advance for my post-op antics. have any of you ever acted the fool after going under the knife. if so, do tell!