The Surgery

The day of the surgery dawned slowly and almost timelessly. I looked out the window and saw the sun beginning to create light behind the Superstition mountains. I got up and dressed quickly in my comfy clothes and brushed my teeth and hair. I was apprehensive and jittery. We said our goodbyes and loaded up into the car; I cried at several different mile markers along the way. Upon our arrival, it was normal protocol....waiting. We were transferred to a room where I was placed into my paper-thin gown and those ubiquitous socks that no one can escape. I was no longer myself, but just one of many waiting for my turn. When it came it was quick and rushed. Faces begin blurring together as person after person rambled through rehearsed instructions. I began to cry again, but was reassured by the loving touch of my husband. Soon all that was left was the sensation that something had happened, and that I had lost some of the precious time that had ticked away so slowly earlier that morning. I was well and beginning the healing process.

How do you like my melodramatic attempt at describing my surgery? Not do it for you? Let me break it down. We got up at 4:30am and got ready to go. I could neither eat, nor drink so there was really nothing to do. We left at 4:45am for the hospital and arrived at 5:15am. After signing my life away, we waited in the waiting room; then were called back and waited in the pre-op room. They helped me to change and started my IV around 6am. Then we were left alone and I tried to squelch my fear by watching Food Network. At 7am Dr. Beck came in to let me know that he was there and going to go change. By 7:15 am every single doctor or nurse that would be touching me in some way had come to tell me his or her name and some other knowledge that they assured me I would most likely forget. At 7:30 they wheeled me back and told me that they needed me to help them move me to the operating table and that it would feel cold on my backside.......skip ahead an hour and a half. I woke up feeling claustrophobic and began to cry and try to get my mask off. They took it off for me and stuck the oxygen tube up my nose. That helped a lot. I could not focus my eyes and felt sick to my stomach. Zofran, my miracle drug! About an hour after being put in recovery, I was able to begin being discharged and go home! They were able to find a little endometriosis, but the major finding was the scar tissue that was completely blocking both of my fallopian tubes and causing everything to back up into my ovaries. No wonder I have had no luck getting pregnant for the last 3.5 years. Better luck now!