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Most Anticlimatic Surgery Ever
Jan. 26th, 2011 10:23 amHad to wait a bit while they go ready for us and settle up the bill. But then Gwen, the attending nurse, took me back. There was Dr. Ting (who is AWESOME).
"How are you, Angela?"
"I'm cold, I haven't had my coffee and I'm miserable."
He laughed.
"I promise, you can have ice coffee as soon as we're done."
And then they lead me in to a very nice little room and started wiring my ass up. Sweet gods, those things were COLD. The one on my abdomen made me jump. Dr. Ting had the world's gentlest touch in getting my IV in. I mean, not even a pinch. Just one and done.
"Okay, I'm going to give you something to relax you, okay?"
"Okay," I nodded.
And I shit you not, I don't remember anything after that. Relax me, my ass! Sneaky bastard just sneaked it up on me. I highly approve. And again, I shit you not, what felt like five minutes later, I hear Gwen in this VERY authoritative voice say:
"Angela! Open your eyes!"
I pried them open, having no memory of closing them in the first place and she says,
"We're all done."
"Already?"
31 minutes total. No complications. Incredibly simple, Dr. Ting said. He was very pleased. Though apparently one of my molars has some wiggle, which he says may indicate bone loss and I need to have Dr. Chen check it out.
I am now floating. I mean *floooooaaaatttiiiiing*. I have to keep icing my face though. 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off. And the gauze changing is, um, well, you just imagine, why don't you.
But he was right.
I have my iced coffee.
And I'm in bed. With a cat. And my netbook.
Everyone, thank you so much for your well wishes and telling me it would be no big. I am convinced that our collective saying it would be so is what helped it to be, well, so.
I'll just be over here floating.
*floatiefloatiefloatie*
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"How are you, Angela?"
"I'm cold, I haven't had my coffee and I'm miserable."
He laughed.
"I promise, you can have ice coffee as soon as we're done."
And then they lead me in to a very nice little room and started wiring my ass up. Sweet gods, those things were COLD. The one on my abdomen made me jump. Dr. Ting had the world's gentlest touch in getting my IV in. I mean, not even a pinch. Just one and done.
"Okay, I'm going to give you something to relax you, okay?"
"Okay," I nodded.
And I shit you not, I don't remember anything after that. Relax me, my ass! Sneaky bastard just sneaked it up on me. I highly approve. And again, I shit you not, what felt like five minutes later, I hear Gwen in this VERY authoritative voice say:
"Angela! Open your eyes!"
I pried them open, having no memory of closing them in the first place and she says,
"We're all done."
"Already?"
31 minutes total. No complications. Incredibly simple, Dr. Ting said. He was very pleased. Though apparently one of my molars has some wiggle, which he says may indicate bone loss and I need to have Dr. Chen check it out.
I am now floating. I mean *floooooaaaatttiiiiing*. I have to keep icing my face though. 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off. And the gauze changing is, um, well, you just imagine, why don't you.
But he was right.
I have my iced coffee.
And I'm in bed. With a cat. And my netbook.
Everyone, thank you so much for your well wishes and telling me it would be no big. I am convinced that our collective saying it would be so is what helped it to be, well, so.
I'll just be over here floating.
*floatiefloatiefloatie*
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
