Surgery Day!

Man, I was so excited. And nervous. Mostly excited, though.

I got to my doctor's office at 7:15 am and got changed. The nurse took my stats, had me change into my surgery garb and game a a shot of something wonderful to relax me. That's pretty much all I remember until I was finished.

I chose to to IV sedation, instead of just localized anesthetic shots. I am really glad I chose to do that, cause I do have a coupe of flashes of memory during the procedure, asking them to stop or take a break cause it hurt, which is presumably when they gave me more meds. God I love painkillers.

I had 4 "areas" done, which is a lot. I had my upper and lower abdomen, by inner thighs and my back flanks/waist done, and I am told the removed 5 Litres of fat. Which is both, amazing, disgusting and awesome! I kinda wish I had been alert to see all that, but then the fleeting wish goes away and I remember the joy of pain killers.

I vaguely recall being put in a wheelchair to get me to my car, which my mom was driving (my mother is a true godsend, by the way. People, if you are going to get this done, make sure you have someone calm, collected and not easily grossed out. Then buy them something amazing to thank them for their awesomeness). I know I apologized to the male nurd more than once for having to see me naked. I'm sure he got a kick out of that.

My mom got me home and up the two flights of stairs to my apartment and into bed. Since I still had a lot of the painkillers still coursing through my veins, I don't recall this being very painful.

Then came the nighttime when I had to pee. This was not easy, people. First of all, trying to pee in a crotchless garment isn't the easiest thing in the world. Your body is still saying "Hey! I've got clothes on! Don't pee your pants!" Plus your body is still in shock from the massive attack it had earlier in the day so your abdomen can't relax enough to let your bladder do it's thing. This has been an ongoing struggle, and I'm finally starting to get the hang of it.

I did fall that first evening, even with my mom's help, trying to get to the bathroom. I have very low blood pressure normally, and it just kinda bottomed out & I passed out and landed on my left knee, which caused more drainage/bleeding on that incision than the right knee. No lasting damage, it didn't even pop the stitch, it was just kinda scary.

But overall, the day went well. I was bandaged up like a sausage in the super uncomfortable compression garment and slept a nice, dreamless sleep.