The day I have been waiting for since all this began in early July, finally arrived. My surgery was scheduled for an 11am start, so I was instructed to arrive at 9am for all the fun of the pre surgical festivities. The hospital that I was going to has a good reputation, unfortunately it is a little over an hour drive from my house so We had to get up extra early to get ready. I couldn't eat or drink anything after midnight and when I got up in the morning I had to take a show with some special soap that is used to kill just about everything. My Wife, Mom and I headed out the door and made the long trip across town to the hospital.
Part of my rehab therapy is a cold pack machine that pumps ice cold water from a cooler to a pad that is wrapped around my body. Its job is to help with pain and swelling, and I was instructed to bring it with me. Funny thing is because it looks like a beer cooler everyone at the hospital had to make a smart ass remark about me coming prepared for a party and what not. At least it showed me they were in a good mood and liked to joke around a little. For me I thought it looked like I was carrying around an organ I was going to have transplanted or something.
I was in the waiting room a whopping 5 minutes before I was taken back to the pre surgical area to be prepped and to be asked the same two or three questions a million and one times, at least they are thorough. I got my IV put in, they shaved and cleaned the area again, and then had me read and sign a consent form. After all that they sleep doctor came in and asked me a few questions. He asked me if I had ever had a problem with anesthesia, I told no and I didn't want to start today! He also offered me a nerve blocker that would help with the pain post surgery and I accepted.
After that things started to move pretty fast. They pumped something into my IV to calm me down and they did an ultrasound to give me the nerve blocker. My wife and Mom were brought in to see me a few minutes till the anesthesia team came in to re-hash everything that the Doctor already went over. I told them that I don't like vegetables and I really didn't want to be come one. I was feeling a little loopy and we all had a laugh, but I was being serious. Kisses goodbye and off I went. The last thing I remember is a mask over my face and lights out.
Recovery is very much a blur to me. I remember bits and pieces, but mostly it is what my wife told me that I seem to recall. I do remember the doctor coming in and saying that it went well and that my tear was was pretty severe. The I remember my wife talking to me, but I can't recall what she had said. I do recall the severe cotton mouth I had. They kept giving me crackers which instantly turned to paste in my mouth which I then had to try and wash down with water. My stomach just could't take it anymore and right before we left I threw it all up in the trash can. Once we got home it was nothing but sleep for me, and boy did I need it.