The Surgery
I woke up at 5:10AM yesterday in order to get a little cleaned up and head out to the surgical center. I was really talkative so I wouldn't think about how nervous I was. Once we arrived, I took out the last four (and most important) of my piercings and gave the studs/rings to my mom to hold for me. I went back with my mom, changed into a gown, and hung out. The gown was sweet 'cause it was hooked up to a machine that blew hot or cold air under it to keep me at a comfortable temperature. You better BELIEVE I was playing with that a lot, haha. Everyone there was so incredibly nice to me and my mom. They even gave me a dark green, nylon, drawstring backpack with their logo on it with a cute, cuddly teddy bear inside it that had a matching bandana around his neck. Super cute.
When the lady went to put the IV in, I held my mom's hand...and nearly broke it, according to her. xD Oops. Anyway, the anesthesiologist came in and chatted for a minute, then said she'd be back with something to calm my nerves. My doctor came in after that and we chatted, too. He asked if anything changed since the last time we saw each other, so I told him that my left tonsil was sore and angry 'cause it knew what was coming. He looked at them, made a face, and said, "Let's get those bad boys out!" xD Once he left, the anesthesiologist came back and gave me a "cocktail" that took effect in, like, literally five seconds. Apparently it gave me an insta-grin. So then they took me away to the surgical room. I was feeling weak and sleepy at this point. They helped me move over to another tabley bed thing. They leaned over and took my glasses and...that's the last thing I remember. haha. I remember I dreamed, but IDK what about.
When I woke up in the recovery room, there was an oxygen mask lightly over my nose and mouth that had a gentle mist mixed in. It was SUPER fantastic and kept my throat and mouth moist, too. I have to admit, I cried a little once I was a little more coherent. Not because I hurt or was scared, but because I was so happy that it was done and over with. Once they took the mask thing off, I was able to talk right away, which really surprised me.
After about forty minutes or something (?) after waking up, they unhooked me from whatever machines I was hooked up to and was brought into the second part of the recovery. They helped me into a recliner and brought me a popcicle. My mom came in and she was happy to see me. Funny thing: in all the care sheets, they said no red liquids, foods, whatever, but they brought me a cherry popcicle because that's all they had left. xD The nurse said that girls are more prone to feeling naseaus than boys...and not twenty minutes later, I threw up. xD I'd been feeling sick for a little while, so throwing up felt good and didn't even hurt my throat.
I got to go home at about 11 or so, which wasn't bad at all. We went basically straight home (stopping to drop off my prescriptions) and I was in and out of sleep for most of the day and night, minus waking up every four to five hours in order to take medicine. I've just been relaxing and doing not much of anything, just hanging out, sleeping, drinking lots of water, and having Freezee Pops. Today, I had mashed potatoes and a biscuit (twice) from KFC and that went smoothly. Yesterday, I had a four fries after each time I would take my medicine, but just the insides of them. It works out just fine. :)
In the papers they gave me before the surgery when I first had the consultation, they said this would be the worst sore throat of my life. I kinda feel like I've had worse, to be honest, but I do know that part of the help has come from the medication. But still. I was expecting it to be A LOT worse. I'm not complaining, haha, just saying.
When the lady went to put the IV in, I held my mom's hand...and nearly broke it, according to her. xD Oops. Anyway, the anesthesiologist came in and chatted for a minute, then said she'd be back with something to calm my nerves. My doctor came in after that and we chatted, too. He asked if anything changed since the last time we saw each other, so I told him that my left tonsil was sore and angry 'cause it knew what was coming. He looked at them, made a face, and said, "Let's get those bad boys out!" xD Once he left, the anesthesiologist came back and gave me a "cocktail" that took effect in, like, literally five seconds. Apparently it gave me an insta-grin. So then they took me away to the surgical room. I was feeling weak and sleepy at this point. They helped me move over to another tabley bed thing. They leaned over and took my glasses and...that's the last thing I remember. haha. I remember I dreamed, but IDK what about.
When I woke up in the recovery room, there was an oxygen mask lightly over my nose and mouth that had a gentle mist mixed in. It was SUPER fantastic and kept my throat and mouth moist, too. I have to admit, I cried a little once I was a little more coherent. Not because I hurt or was scared, but because I was so happy that it was done and over with. Once they took the mask thing off, I was able to talk right away, which really surprised me.
After about forty minutes or something (?) after waking up, they unhooked me from whatever machines I was hooked up to and was brought into the second part of the recovery. They helped me into a recliner and brought me a popcicle. My mom came in and she was happy to see me. Funny thing: in all the care sheets, they said no red liquids, foods, whatever, but they brought me a cherry popcicle because that's all they had left. xD The nurse said that girls are more prone to feeling naseaus than boys...and not twenty minutes later, I threw up. xD I'd been feeling sick for a little while, so throwing up felt good and didn't even hurt my throat.
I got to go home at about 11 or so, which wasn't bad at all. We went basically straight home (stopping to drop off my prescriptions) and I was in and out of sleep for most of the day and night, minus waking up every four to five hours in order to take medicine. I've just been relaxing and doing not much of anything, just hanging out, sleeping, drinking lots of water, and having Freezee Pops. Today, I had mashed potatoes and a biscuit (twice) from KFC and that went smoothly. Yesterday, I had a four fries after each time I would take my medicine, but just the insides of them. It works out just fine. :)
In the papers they gave me before the surgery when I first had the consultation, they said this would be the worst sore throat of my life. I kinda feel like I've had worse, to be honest, but I do know that part of the help has come from the medication. But still. I was expecting it to be A LOT worse. I'm not complaining, haha, just saying.