everyone always explains their surgery experiences on here, usually for boob jobs or babies. i'm gonna mix it up with a Tonsillectomy. its kinda a big deal to me for several reasons. one, i've never had surgery before, two, my tonsils have been a major problem as of late. so here is my story.
i had to wake up early this morning, around 7, and got to the hospital around 8:15. i was waiting in the waiting room with my mom for no more than ten minutes before i was called into an office and we discussed all the billing stuff and they double checked who i was. the lady then told me that in just a minute they would come and get me, and so they did. they led my mother and i into a room that looked a lot like the ICU my dad was in when he had his heart attack. lots of small rooms with glass sliding doors. i was told to change into the robe and the option to watch some tv while i waited.
soon one nurse came in to check my vitals. she had this really cool wand thing that she ran across my forehead to take my temperature. it was the closest i've ever felt to being in Star Trek. lol. she asked me a million questions and soon another lady was in to put in my IV. thankfully i have some massive veins on the back of my hand, and she was very skilled at what she did because i dont have a bruise there, even here, later in the day. did you know they first use a metal needle with the iv tube around it, insert it, then retract the metal needle so there is just the plastic tube in the vein? i didn't, and it was really cool, and comfortable.
my doctor came in, and so did my anesthesiologist, and they asked me about a million questions as well. one of the nurses came back in and gave me a few drugs, telling me how they could make me feel. i was fine for a minute or two. but once they got ready to wheel me out of the room it all hit me and i got really loopy. the RN distracted me with a hair net saying "look its a jelly fish!". that was the last time i was able to really laugh all day without it hurting. they slowly wheeled me to the OR. i was moved to a MUCH smaller bed, covered in blankets, and strapped down. during this the anesthesiologist asked me what i did these days and i explained to him how i went to chatt tech and didnt like taking business administrative technology. and how i wanted to move out west to do psychology and art. he then told me that the anesthetic would burn going in and that i should take 20 deep breaths. i mentioned that it did kinda burn going in and started taking deep breaths. i got in about 5-7 and thats the last i remember of the OR.
next i was either being woken up or woke up myself, i cant remember. i was in another room and groggy. i kept moving around and touching my face and my throat, and just over all wiggling around. they kept having to put my arms down and tell me to be careful rubbing my eyes so i didnt cut them with the pulse clip on my hand. i kept thinking "i know which finger its on! i'm not gonna use that one to rub my eyes damn it!" lol. i also kept burping, a LOT, but it felt really good.lol. at one point a nurse walked by in what i can explain as Betty White in scrubs. i even told her i thought she looked like Betty White and she thought it was funny and took it as a compliment. they kept me there till my pain scale went down. the nurse who was with me the whole time told me that i first said the pain was around 7-8, and i didnt remember that at all. i just remembered saying it was a five and that i was just sore really more than in pain. i eventually got down to a 3 and they wheeled me away up stairs to the recovery room.
i dont really remember the trip to the room. i remember tho my mom wasnt in there yet. and i kept asking for her. they moved me over to a hospital bed and let me know how to work the tv and call button. by this point my mom was with me again. my mom told me the doc had said to her that my tonsils were enormous. and they got to keep them and send them to a lab.
the nurses tried to get me to drink some, but i wasnt able to do much. my mom and i ended up falling asleep for a bit before i called to get drugs again. i was sad to find out it wasnt going into my IV and i had to swallow it (it was a liquid), but i got that down and went back to sleep. after a bit i went pee and the nurse had me walk up and down the hallway to make sure i wasnt dizzy. i then tried to eat some cold broth, apple juice, and jello, not getting a lot of it down, and was finally able to leave.
the rest of the day has just been sleeping, not being able to breath, eat, drink or swallow very well. it hurts every time i have to swallow. and for some reason i keep salivating in my mouth, and the only way to get rid of it is to swallow. oh, and talking, yeah, fuck talking. it hurts like a bitch and when i do talk i sound like a retard. i am getting a little upset with my mom. i say something to her, using a lot of energy to say just to say one word or sentence. and she responds with "what?" 
anyway. i'm really tired and need more sleep. i'll leave you with a picture of me just before the surgery with my IV in and such.
i had to wake up early this morning, around 7, and got to the hospital around 8:15. i was waiting in the waiting room with my mom for no more than ten minutes before i was called into an office and we discussed all the billing stuff and they double checked who i was. the lady then told me that in just a minute they would come and get me, and so they did. they led my mother and i into a room that looked a lot like the ICU my dad was in when he had his heart attack. lots of small rooms with glass sliding doors. i was told to change into the robe and the option to watch some tv while i waited.
soon one nurse came in to check my vitals. she had this really cool wand thing that she ran across my forehead to take my temperature. it was the closest i've ever felt to being in Star Trek. lol. she asked me a million questions and soon another lady was in to put in my IV. thankfully i have some massive veins on the back of my hand, and she was very skilled at what she did because i dont have a bruise there, even here, later in the day. did you know they first use a metal needle with the iv tube around it, insert it, then retract the metal needle so there is just the plastic tube in the vein? i didn't, and it was really cool, and comfortable.
my doctor came in, and so did my anesthesiologist, and they asked me about a million questions as well. one of the nurses came back in and gave me a few drugs, telling me how they could make me feel. i was fine for a minute or two. but once they got ready to wheel me out of the room it all hit me and i got really loopy. the RN distracted me with a hair net saying "look its a jelly fish!". that was the last time i was able to really laugh all day without it hurting. they slowly wheeled me to the OR. i was moved to a MUCH smaller bed, covered in blankets, and strapped down. during this the anesthesiologist asked me what i did these days and i explained to him how i went to chatt tech and didnt like taking business administrative technology. and how i wanted to move out west to do psychology and art. he then told me that the anesthetic would burn going in and that i should take 20 deep breaths. i mentioned that it did kinda burn going in and started taking deep breaths. i got in about 5-7 and thats the last i remember of the OR.
next i was either being woken up or woke up myself, i cant remember. i was in another room and groggy. i kept moving around and touching my face and my throat, and just over all wiggling around. they kept having to put my arms down and tell me to be careful rubbing my eyes so i didnt cut them with the pulse clip on my hand. i kept thinking "i know which finger its on! i'm not gonna use that one to rub my eyes damn it!" lol. i also kept burping, a LOT, but it felt really good.lol. at one point a nurse walked by in what i can explain as Betty White in scrubs. i even told her i thought she looked like Betty White and she thought it was funny and took it as a compliment. they kept me there till my pain scale went down. the nurse who was with me the whole time told me that i first said the pain was around 7-8, and i didnt remember that at all. i just remembered saying it was a five and that i was just sore really more than in pain. i eventually got down to a 3 and they wheeled me away up stairs to the recovery room.
i dont really remember the trip to the room. i remember tho my mom wasnt in there yet. and i kept asking for her. they moved me over to a hospital bed and let me know how to work the tv and call button. by this point my mom was with me again. my mom told me the doc had said to her that my tonsils were enormous. and they got to keep them and send them to a lab.
the nurses tried to get me to drink some, but i wasnt able to do much. my mom and i ended up falling asleep for a bit before i called to get drugs again. i was sad to find out it wasnt going into my IV and i had to swallow it (it was a liquid), but i got that down and went back to sleep. after a bit i went pee and the nurse had me walk up and down the hallway to make sure i wasnt dizzy. i then tried to eat some cold broth, apple juice, and jello, not getting a lot of it down, and was finally able to leave.
the rest of the day has just been sleeping, not being able to breath, eat, drink or swallow very well. it hurts every time i have to swallow. and for some reason i keep salivating in my mouth, and the only way to get rid of it is to swallow.
oh, and talking, yeah, fuck talking. it hurts like a bitch and when i do talk i sound like a retard. i am getting a little upset with my mom. i say something to her, using a lot of energy to say just to say one word or sentence. and she responds with "what?"
anyway. i'm really tired and need more sleep. i'll leave you with a picture of me just before the surgery with my IV in and such.
sadista:
Glad your surgery went well. I had my tonsils out when I was 6, and I don't remember much except throwing up blood all over myself the next morning. 
I thought it was kinda cool.
I thought it was kinda cool.