Pinkygirl

My surgery was on a Monday and that Saturday before I graduated with my undergrad in accounting. So all i was thinking was i just graduated for nothing, what if I dont wake up? The drive to the center was about 30 minutes and the whole way there i was balling my eyes out. My father was the only one with me because everyone had school or work. It was my fiance's first day at his new job so he couldn't take off.

So we get to the center and i was shaking as I was filling out my paper work. I could tell my dad wanted to too but he didnt want to make it worse probably. They take me in and hook me all up LOL my dad even asked if he can come to the back while they hooked me up on everything but he couldn't of course. So as im walking into the surgery room I started crying even more and said I can't do this and tried to back away. My doctor is very funny and down to earth and he said you got this far, its a piece of cake don't even worry. Sure enough he was right! So i hop onto the cold table and they get everything started to put me to sleep. After telling me I was tan lol we talked about Vegas and boom I was asleep. I woke up on a chair in the recovery room facing the nursing station. I could have sworn one of the nurses said oh you look much better! If I was in my right state of mind I would of asked but i didn't even say anything. All I remember was I was sore and was afraid to move. I wanted to look down at the stomach but they told me not to. I slept for a couple more minutes and then wanted to leave right away. I was fine, I got up with no problems and then they made me pee. I peed, put my clothes on my self and boom left. My dad came to the surgical door as they were wheeling me out, kissed me and then ran to get the car. They wheeled me to the car and boy did it suck getting in. I was afraid to bend my stomach so It was kind of hard to get in. I was alittle nauseous in the car but once i got home I just slept it off.

My sister came home from school finally and said i smelt like death. How nice of my 15 year old sister right? Her payback was helping me get off the couch and bringing me popsicles. I took a week off of work only because I had the time but i probably would have been able to go back after 3 days. I healed great with no problems and the journey continued. I cried for nothing!