Hello, welcome to #weekendcoffeeshare! Grab yourself a quick drink. I feel I’ve had enough caffeine for the day, so I think I might go for a cup of tea today.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you it’s been a long week that was full of work and nervous anticipation of the oral surgery on Tuesday afternoon.
Do you know the worst parts of the surgery?
The waiting and the IV!
My surgery was at noon. I arrived at 11:40 AM and was told to wait in the large waiting room. After getting bored sitting around, I got up and started pacing – round and round until it was like a dog chasing its tail while getting steps in for the day in case I couldn’t later. After over an hour, I was finally called into a smaller waiting room where my vitals were taken.
From there, more waiting…
The tiny TV in the corner of the room was playing the movie The Little Rascals and as much as I tried to relax and watch the movie, the anticipation was killing me.
About 30 minutes later…
I was led into yet another waiting room where the same movie was playing. I removed my jacket and immediately felt goosebumps forming on my arms. I was cold and shaky from not having eaten anything since the night before. I wasn’t supposed to eat 8 to 9 hours prior to surgery and since the surgery was scheduled at noon, either I eat more the night before or get up at around 2 AM and gorge myself on one last supper.
Unfortunately, I could’ve woken up at that time.
The needle went into my arm but the IV was a no-go. I don’t like to be poked with a sharp needle and neither does my veins. The vein moved. The nurse took out the needle and turned to my right arm. I just hate it when they insert the needle and then move around to find the vein. It makes the process hurt even worse.
After two more attempts, the nurse gave up and advised we should wait for the anesthesiologist. I was soon led into the surgical room and by led, I mean I walked, following the anesthesiologist into the room diagonally across from the IV room. There, I was poked two more times before the anesthesiologist finally nailed a vein. That was a total of 5 pokes, 2 on my left arm, 3 on the right, ugh…
The IV was the worst part of not just this surgery but every surgery I’ve ever had.
After that, everything went smoothly. I was strapped down to the table and put to sleep – something I quite need these days – and before I knew, I was conscious once again and in a wheelchair with my jackets and purse on my lap.
Though I still have a little pain, this surgery is definitely not as painful as the one in December. After all, I had 17 teeth extracted in December and only 4 were extracted from this most recent surgery. I didn’t even have to switch to a liquid diet. I was back to my regular diet around 24 hours later and despite having a mildly swollen face and a busted lip from the surgical equipment, which made me look like I’ve been in a fight. I think I’m recovering okay.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this edition of #weekendcoffeeshare, hope to chat again same time next week.