Surgery went well yesterday, the worst is yet to come though...
Let's here it for Richy being alive and well YAY! Anyways, yesterday I couldn't have been more nervous. I arrived at the hospital not knowing what to expect. Me and my mom got into the place, we got settled in. Two minutes later, after sitting down, they called me up. I had to get dressed in a robe and gown, and I sat in my designated room. After the nurse took my things and put them away, my mom came in to join me. I got an IV put in and a little wrist band to wear. After waiting for a long time, I had many questions asked me "Do you smoke? Do you do any recreational drugs? Whens the last time you ate or drank"? After answering them a billion times, It got annoying, but I knew it was for my own will.
Then then anisteshiaoligist (god I butchered it) came in to talk to me. He asked me the same questions as before, yada yada yada. Then my surgin Dr. Giessler came in and talked to me, asked me how I was feeling. After that the nurse came in and said they where ready for me, so she walked me down the hallways and led me to my operating room. The Nurses and Doctors begain to talk to me to comfort me if you will. A lot of them said it was cool that I was in a band, and one of the nurses daughters goes to my school and has heard of my band. Kinda nice to hear, but then the oxygen mask got put on over my face. After laying down for a bit breathing in oxygen, the anisteshiaoligist (yes I butchered it again) told me the happy sleepy medicine was being served through my IV and I should relax and take slow breaths. Next thing I knew, I passed out, woke up in recovery with a few nurses walking around me, taking notes and what not.
A few of them said I was a very cute patient and they asked me if I needed anything to drink. I told them no, because I wasn't much up for drinking around then. After that my mom came back in and I had to get redressed. Then my mom got to pull the car around and the nurse gave me medicine so I don't throw up. Kinda didn't work though, I kinda threw up in the car into a bag. But nothing came out, because I haven't eaten or drank anything since the night before. My mom picked me up a shake and a drink from mcdonalds, but I left them both in the refrigerator to drink later on. After that I came inside, still woozy from the medicine and passed out on the couch for a few hours. Then I called cat, and she came over to pick up money for the show tonight. After that she left, and I sat around yet again, and fell asleep.
Later Andrew, and Nick came by to talk to me. Then Brad and Ashley came by and they bought me Ballons, which are still hanging in my room as I type. Boy it was real nice seeing everyone stop by to visit me, it definetly put a big smile on my face, along with it brightening my heart :). Then everyone left, and I was alone again, but Kept busy watching my ska dvd. Then the doorbell rang again and omg a ton of people where outside. Nick, Andrew, Becca, Alex, Lisa, and Rena? They came inside and spent an hour in my room.
I can say now, that seeing everyone last night made my heart dance. It was absolutley beautiful, and I'm glad so many people do care about me. Thank you to everyone for coming by, commenting and hopeing that my surgery went well, and for dedicating or writing a journal entry to me. You have made my first surgical expeirence, one I'll never forget :) .
When I sated the worse was yet to come above, it's a true statement. What I have to do now is, starting tomorrow I can start taking showers, but, I have to do it carefully. My Mom or Dad, has to help me take them. One reason, because now I have a hole (like a cave) where my infected cist was, and what they have to do is sterolize guase pads, and shove them into the hole (cave) where my surgery was done twice a day for 2-3 weeks. Not my idea of a picnic and neither would it be for my parents, but it has to be done so it can heal properly and not get re infected. Not to menchon I have to go back to the doctor in about 3 weeks to get looked over to see if the wound is healing nicely. It will be healing from the inside out, so when my parents can't put any more gause in there, then it should be good enough to not have it happen anymore.
Oh yeah, funniest part of this whole thing is, I'm wearing pads. Kinda silly, but It helps my boxers from getting them blood soaked. And, it keeps the blood smell off of me, so people don't run away from me.
I hope to hear from Michelle this weekend :). Hearing her beautiful voice on the phone, would be absolutley wonderful :).
Well I'm going to go lay down once again, take care everyone, and thank you again :)
Love Richy
Then then anisteshiaoligist (god I butchered it) came in to talk to me. He asked me the same questions as before, yada yada yada. Then my surgin Dr. Giessler came in and talked to me, asked me how I was feeling. After that the nurse came in and said they where ready for me, so she walked me down the hallways and led me to my operating room. The Nurses and Doctors begain to talk to me to comfort me if you will. A lot of them said it was cool that I was in a band, and one of the nurses daughters goes to my school and has heard of my band. Kinda nice to hear, but then the oxygen mask got put on over my face. After laying down for a bit breathing in oxygen, the anisteshiaoligist (yes I butchered it again) told me the happy sleepy medicine was being served through my IV and I should relax and take slow breaths. Next thing I knew, I passed out, woke up in recovery with a few nurses walking around me, taking notes and what not.
A few of them said I was a very cute patient and they asked me if I needed anything to drink. I told them no, because I wasn't much up for drinking around then. After that my mom came back in and I had to get redressed. Then my mom got to pull the car around and the nurse gave me medicine so I don't throw up. Kinda didn't work though, I kinda threw up in the car into a bag. But nothing came out, because I haven't eaten or drank anything since the night before. My mom picked me up a shake and a drink from mcdonalds, but I left them both in the refrigerator to drink later on. After that I came inside, still woozy from the medicine and passed out on the couch for a few hours. Then I called cat, and she came over to pick up money for the show tonight. After that she left, and I sat around yet again, and fell asleep.
Later Andrew, and Nick came by to talk to me. Then Brad and Ashley came by and they bought me Ballons, which are still hanging in my room as I type. Boy it was real nice seeing everyone stop by to visit me, it definetly put a big smile on my face, along with it brightening my heart :). Then everyone left, and I was alone again, but Kept busy watching my ska dvd. Then the doorbell rang again and omg a ton of people where outside. Nick, Andrew, Becca, Alex, Lisa, and Rena? They came inside and spent an hour in my room.
I can say now, that seeing everyone last night made my heart dance. It was absolutley beautiful, and I'm glad so many people do care about me. Thank you to everyone for coming by, commenting and hopeing that my surgery went well, and for dedicating or writing a journal entry to me. You have made my first surgical expeirence, one I'll never forget :) .
When I sated the worse was yet to come above, it's a true statement. What I have to do now is, starting tomorrow I can start taking showers, but, I have to do it carefully. My Mom or Dad, has to help me take them. One reason, because now I have a hole (like a cave) where my infected cist was, and what they have to do is sterolize guase pads, and shove them into the hole (cave) where my surgery was done twice a day for 2-3 weeks. Not my idea of a picnic and neither would it be for my parents, but it has to be done so it can heal properly and not get re infected. Not to menchon I have to go back to the doctor in about 3 weeks to get looked over to see if the wound is healing nicely. It will be healing from the inside out, so when my parents can't put any more gause in there, then it should be good enough to not have it happen anymore.
Oh yeah, funniest part of this whole thing is, I'm wearing pads. Kinda silly, but It helps my boxers from getting them blood soaked. And, it keeps the blood smell off of me, so people don't run away from me.
I hope to hear from Michelle this weekend :). Hearing her beautiful voice on the phone, would be absolutley wonderful :).
Well I'm going to go lay down once again, take care everyone, and thank you again :)
Love Richy