To save some time, I'll go ahead and skip on over to two days before surgery. The day had come for pre-surgery testing, which meant getting blood drawn. Let me preface this with yes, I have a ton of piercings and tattoos, but the idea of getting blood drawn makes me want throw up, pass out, throw up again, and then flee to another country. This is just one of those things that sends my anxiety through the roof. Once again, my boyfriend would be the one to take me. I highly suggest having somebody with you regardless of whether or not you share my fear. Support, as I have said, is support. Try to do nothing alone. Long story short, I hid deeply in my boyfriend's sweatshirt and bit the board until it was over.
The day there after was my last day before surgery, and went way too fast. I spent the next morning reluctantly getting ready, which meant showering and getting dressed. I couldn't wear make up, no piercings, no eating, no drinking water, nothing. I dragged my self around the house for a few hours practically breathing through my electronic cigarette. Thank goodness I had quite smoking with it, or that would really put the icing on the, "don't do this today" cake. I arrived at the hospital a little after 10 am, and the anxiety set in. I don't think I've ever shook more violently a day in my life. I was only seated in the waiting room for a few minutes before I was taken in the room I would have my bed in. At this point, everything was happening way too fast.
Once again, I was stuck with a needle to start the I.V. Luckily, it was not as bad as the first time, which resulted in a collapsed vein, and a surprising amount of pain. Every bit of my body went numb from my nerves, and I couldn't calm down for the life of me. The most adorable little anesthesiologist came in to talk to me, and told me she would quietly sneak some Valium in my I.V. right before I went in, and suddenly the awkward hospital gown and frightening experience got a little bit better. At that point in time, I was so tired from freaking myself out that I was half asleep half the time I waited for my doctor. On some level, I would say that was the best thing I could do for myself. I personally would recommend just trying to relax, but as you can see that doesn't always happen. As promised, Valium was slipped to me and let me tell you, everything was great from then on. My biggest fear was being put under twilight, but to be honest I don't even remember what the surgery room looked like when I got there. There's a light at the end of the tunnel here folks, and its name is sedation.
I had my cone biopsy done, my LEEP procedure done, and it all took about 20 minutes. I woke up about 45 minutes later loopy as all hell, and asking the nurse every possible question I could think of. I was reunited with my family, and it was all over for now. Sleepy and in a bit of pain, I returned home. Of course with my luck, I had no idea that I was no where near prepared for the upcoming days. Where is the nurse with the Valium when you really need it anyhow?
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