We woke up early the morning of surgery so I could shower and get ready to be at the hospital by 7:30 am for a 8:30 am date with my surgeon.
There was the normal check in process of getting into that absolutely charming hospital gown (somebody really needs to do something about that), checking vitals and getting me hooked up to an IV and multiple sticky pads on my chest that would monitor my heart during the surgery. It is a lot to have going on but it is all for my good so I just tried to relax and let them do their thing. My husband was with me, holding my hand, taking my clothes and putting them in the hospital bag and giving me reassuring smiles that this was all going to be over soon.
Two friends stopped by the day of the surgery. It was so nice to have that quick visit from them and to know I was loved.
The anesthesiologist and an assistant stopped by as well. They were ready to go once they got the word from the surgeon. Everything was set and ready to go. And, then the wait. Seems that my surgeon was still dealing with another patient but by 9 am, I was ready to go.
The anesthesiologist came back and gave me my happy juice. I was literally out by the time we got to the hallway and the next thing I remember is waking up in recovery. Well, I kind of remember it.