So I had my biopsy today.
I did end up staying up all night scrapping, for a total of 30 pages over the weekend. I made a lot of progress, and I'm happy that I'm finally near completing our 2007 album. I think it looks good - mostly; there're always pages I'm not happy with - and I'm well pleased with it.
But I miss my knitting! I'm going to keep my scrapping out all over the table until I'm done with the book (hopefully that will be tonight), and then get jump back into my yarn for the while. I've about gotten sick of scrapping for the time being!
I jumped in the shower around 0430 this morning, while Rob readied himself and the children. We got to the hospital ten minutes early, and that's when I remembered I forgot to bring my weewee sample. Oops. Had to do another one. Not like there is a chance in hell that I'm pregnant, but you just can't expect them to go on that!
Rob and I were really irritable this morning, me from lack of sleep and he from too little. We waited in the children's room and let them play - along with half a dozen other small children, all of whom were the patients in their families. Rob and I kept sniping at each other about what and where they are allowed to play, and who was being too loud, and getting in the other parents' way, and blah blah blah. I was about fed up with it and glad when they called my name for checking vitals.
The nurse asked me if I did my bowel prep. I said, "Um, I thought that was for Wednesday's surgery...?" and she snapped, "Did you DO your BOWEL prep?" I snapped back, "I'm not HAVING a hysterectomy TODAY!" Well, apparently Dr. Bidus (hi again, doc) didn't tell anyone but me what was going down today, because everyone I've talked to had the h-ect pencilled in and knew nothing about the cold knife cone. (Doesn't that just sound grody? I think so, too.) So I was told to go back to the waiting room while she checked around to see what was going on. Greaaat. I was prepared to be very annoyed (too late, I already was) if things didn't go as scheduled this morning.
Meanwhile, Chloë had to be on her bus at 0750, so Rob took the kids home to ready her for that. Then he turned the little ones over to Satchi (nice Japanese neighbor lady, for those of you sleeping in the back) and came back while I was in the OR, but I didn't see him for about three hours.
When I was called back, the anesthesiologist came over and told me they were thinking of doing a spinal instead. Well, I instantly got upset and started crying about that, because I had a horrible experience with the spinal from my last c-section. The anesth. was a student doc who took six tries to get the needle into the right place in my back. The fifth time, he hit a nerve - making my hugely pregnant ass nearly jump off the table - and I've had damage in it ever since that causes severe, extremely painful spasms to go up my spine and sometimes surround my neck whenever I moderately (or more) exert myself.
It sucks, because sometimes I can't even walk, let alone do any kind of other exercise. I've always been chubby, but I used to really, really try and stay fit by doing yoga, pilates, rollerblading, swimming - and walking. Ever since I had Sophia, I can't do any of that, even the swimming, for more than a few minutes before my back totally seizes up and I can't move anymore. It's been a very upsetting three years.
So I cried. I have been doing so much embarrassing crying lately, and I'm sick of myself! I kept apologizing, saying I was tired, but they were cool and they understood. Everyone who came over thought I was nervous about the surgery, and I had to explain all over again about the spinal and the nerve damage, and I'd start tearing up again. Dr. Bidus came in and thought I was scared, but I totally wasn't! I just didn't want the dang spinal.
Finally, we agreed I would just be under heavy sedation (see, they were going to do general, but between my sleep apnea, GERD, not being able to open my mouth very far - thank you, TMJ - or put my head very far back, they didn't like that option. And the notes from my last general said they had a really hard time putting my breathing tube in) with the understanding that if I weren't comfortable, they would have to intubate me while I was awake, and it would be unpleasant.
Let's see, small chance of that, versus risking more severe nerve damage. Hmm. I pick Door A.
Eventually, I was brought into the ER, moved onto the table, and.... that's all she wrote, as far as I'm concerned. I'm thinking I must have been intubated eventually because my neck is sore as anything, but I wasn't awake for it. Phew.
Next thing I knew, they were waking me up and moving me back to the gurney. I was strolled back to the APD and put in a chair to recover. I was totally fine, no pain, although I did feel violated! I told the nurse that, and she said, "What do you mean, do you think you were inappropriately exposed?" I said no and in a stage whisper, "I feel like I just had some extremely rough sex!" She laughed, Rob laughed, and I blushed.
I was ready to go home right away, but they force you to go pee and wait an hour before you can leave. I did that, had some apple juice, and still had to be wheeled out even though I was completely fine. I felt like, hey, save the demonstrative show for when I've had the Big Deal Surgery on Wednesday, and lemme go home for a nap!
So I'm fine. And I napped. Twice! And did a little scrapping. And now I'm gonna finish that bad boy right up. Sayonara!
Fin.
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