Surgery Details

I'm finally getting around to it... Most of them are in my previous post, but here's the whole boring (thankfully!) story...

I checked in at 5:30am, and by 6:15am had finished the admissions paperwork. They were waiting for me, and immediately took me to the 2nd floor - the pre-op holding area. The Hubs and my grandmother, Nanny, had to wait downstairs...

I had to do all the normal prep stuff (minus peeing in the cup - yay for hysterectomies!). I had to take *everything* off and put on their weird hospital paper gown. I joked with them about the necessity of taking my undies off for an armpit surgery (its because in long surgeries bunched clothing can cause sores, bruising and other issues).

I got my IV. My least favorite part!

At this point it was around 7am.

They let The Hubs come up, to say goodbye.

The neurosurgery resident came by and drew on Bob (marking the surgery spot). The anesthesiologist came by, as well as the assistant. We went over the risks and my health issues. He told me he was also planning on giving me lidocaine during surgery for my PVC's. He was awesome. Then the doctor in charge of the OR came by.

I noticed they were looking around, and the dr left. Then the anesthesiologist said it was time to go, and started moving the bed.

For the first time in any of my surgeries, I started crying. The Hubs kissed me goodbye and headed downstairs as they rolled me into the operating wing.

Just about then the goofy juice kicked in... There were tons of drs and nurses gathered outside the OR's in various hallways... The anesthesiologist was wheeling me, and I laughed "one point for nurses, two points for doctors!"

Next thing I know we're in an OR and all the people I met are scrubbed up. I move myself to another bed, and they put the oxygen on...

I woke up pretty pain free in post-op. The first thing I see is my anesthesiologist, another dr and a few nurses standing around my bed looking up at my monitor. They notice I'm awake and the anesthesiologist says "Your heart was freaking out a little. Don't worry, we gave you something and it looks like you're doing fine now."

Everything else was uneventful. My doctor apparently said I did so well I could go home that day if I wanted. I'm sure it had a lot to do with the fact the hospital was full (neurosurgery had no beds).

Roughly 7 hours... Procedure time was 4.5 to 5. Looooong time, but pretty much what we expected. When we left, my grandmother took me to Walgreens... I wouldn't stay in the car (she mentioned something about hard-headed...). I promptly threw up a ton upon my arrival at home. Bad choice, apparenly :P

Most of Bob is gone - he had to leave a little... Which means Bob may be back.

He had to cut a nerve fiber that was too involved in the tumor. We won't know the permanent affects of that for a few weeks - that's when the nerve starts to calm down from surgery trauma.

Right now, I have a little incision pain. I am hypersensitive in my hand - the middle and pointer fingers hurt horribly with any touch or even a breeze. The entire underneath of my arm is DEAD numb... Like I can pinch it and feel *nothing*. Hopefully all that resolves.

Other than that, normal surgery recovery. Tired, some nausea...

But Bob's reign is over!

Now if I could just get the pathology report... Its not back to the doctor yet :( I'll post as soon as I know anything.