This morning I went to the hospital for my pre-op formalities for my upcoming laparoscopy. It was all very routine: blood work drawn, insurance paperwork reviewed and copay for the surgery itself paid, plus a brief meeting with a nurse to go over the other detail that I won’t bore you with.
The first phlebotomist who drew my blood did a terrible job! She stuck me twice, both times with no luck. She was fumbling around for so long that my arm was turning purple from the tourniquet. Now I’m no newbie to having blood drawn and it normally doesn’t faze me, but I found myself getting frustrated with her. Fortunately, a more experienced phlebotomist stepped in and saved the day by finishing the job! My arm is quite sore from the first phlebotomist’s missteps, but I figured no biggie. But then the hospital called me two hours after I’d left to let me know they’d “forgotten” to draw an extra vial of blood that was needed, and would I mind coming back in for another “quick draw” (which is an hour drive each way for me)? Yes, I do mind! But I’ve little choice in the matter. So back I go tomorrow! Hmmph.
Only 6 more days until surgery day! *Gulp.* My nerves are starting to amp up a bit… Not a lot, just the usual amount of butterflies that happen when reality starts to sink in and time draws closer to an event.
Here’s what I’m not looking forward to:
- Anesthesia. I’m just not a fan of those moments right before going under: The cold metal table beneath my thin hospital gown. Staring up at the bright, spaceship-like lights of a sterile operating room. The deep burn of the anesthesia as it courses through my veins. But it’ll be okay in the end. Because God’s got this! Couldn’t be in better hands than His!
- The initial wake up. The pain that strikes when the nurses awaken me from a surgery is like nothing else I know to describe. It starts as a dim awareness of just having had surgery, followed by nervousness that the doc had to slice me open after all, then concludes with the actual surgical site pain itself and intense craving for ice chips.
- IV. Okay, maybe this sounds crazy, but in my opinion, the IV that the nurse oh-so-sadistically plunges into my hand pre-surgery hurts almost as much as the surgery itself! I plan to ask that my IV be inserted into my arm instead. I had an arm IV during my 2012 surgery (after three—yes three—failed attempts into my hand. Oy.) and it was so much comfier! Want proof? This is what my hand looked like a full week after the IV was removed from my hand following my 2015 egg retrieval. It also took that nurse multiple attempts to correctly insert the huge, scary needle into my hand, and each merciless jab of her needle had me writhing in pain:
What I am looking forward to:
- Pain relief (well, after I’ve healed from the surgery pain!) from years of near-constant ovarian and uterine pain. Goodbye, relentless pain and damaging adhesions. Time to go away. And stay away!
- A restored fertility window of six months to a year, which gives me the same chances of conception as any woman my age who doesn’t have endometriosis. Yippee!
- The end of intermenstrual bleeds. Umm, yeah. Won’t miss those.
Finally, I got a happy little notice from WordPress last week that The Endo Zone has reached 100 followers! (And, since then, up to 103.) A huge shout out and ginormous Thank You to all 103 of you lovely, awesome people for following along! Much love <3.