I guess it's lucky that my surgery has been postponed twice, because today's anesthesiologist (and I know that's not spelled right but just go with the flow, people) told me a lot of stuff that the other two didn't mention. How convenient that they forgot to mention that I might be intubated into recovery and if so, I could be sent to ICU. And how convenient was it to forget that I was getting a central line, a second IV in the pulsepoint of my wrist, and a third IV in the crook of my elbow.
Joy oh joy. I'm so looking forward to this part of the surgery. He also told me that I would have a sling, something nobody else mentioned, and that my stitches would be the melting kind, but I would need to come back in a week for a postop check.
Plus, they made me do another set of clotting tests, which meant more blood work and I had to pee in two, not just one, but two different cups. You try that sometime. First you do the antiseptic wipe twice, then you have to pee a bit in cup one, put it down fast, get cup number two in position and pee some more, then wipe the two cups and cover them, put them in plastic bags, then put the plastic bags in another plastic bag, and walk down the hall proudly holding a big freaking plastic bag o' pee. What a total PITA.
The best part of the whole experience was that they were running so late (only a two hour wait, and not one freaking US, People, or other gossip rag) so they put out muffins, bagels, scones, donuts, and pastry, plus coffee and juices. Now perhaps you see this as a delightful seasonal treat, but the fact of the matter is, most of the patients there can't eat the damn things. Cardiac patients aren't really encouraged to scarf down the carbs, you know. But shedding all caution to the wind, I gobbled up a blueberry scone and downed a huge 20 ouncer of pumpkin spice coffee. Only raise my blood pressure by about 20 points, but who gives a flying "f" at this point. I did the sudoko puzzle, and the crossword puzzle, read the entire newspaper with a couple of excellent recipes for cookies I want to try out, and still I was waiting. With the broken iPod, waiting that long really sucks.
So next Wednesday I'll be at the hospital (say it with a Spanish accent, it sounds much nicer) getting my heart carved up. Aren't we having some fun here? Stumble It! JBlog Me