Surgery Day

I had to be at the hospital pretty early in the morning on September 12th. Of course I was not allowed anything to drink after midnight the night before. I was checked in and the humiliation began. The pre-op area was a big room full of patients. I was placed in a bed right by the door. They closes the curtain, and I had to change right there. The entire time I was in the pre-op there was a mentally disabled man crying, quite loudly, for his dad. It was sad and stressful to be there, and hear him. That was added on top of the fear of going under. At this point I was very nervous. This is an elective surgery, even though it is for better health. What if something happened and I died. I was very worried about leaving my children behind. They finally let Chris and my mom come in to see me. They also started the IV. This was not so easy and the nurse poked me quite a few times. I am not squeamish about needles, but this was awful. She would stick the needle in my hand and wiggle it around. She did this for quite awhile before asking for help. The next nurse got it right away. Then, the nurse noticed poor Chris tearing up. He was very nervous about the entire thing. She mockingly said to him, "Don't cry, soon you have beautiful wife." Chris was nice enough to tell her he already had a beautiful wife. I went to the restroom, and when I came out they had made Chris and my mom leave. I didn't get to say goodbye to them before I went into surgery. I spoke with the doctor, and anesthesia nurse. Then they gave me something in my IV. The next thing I remember is being wheeled down the hall to my room. My mom and Chris were not told when they took me into surgery, so they had no idea how long I was in there. I am sure the waiting was very hard on them.