Surgery is done!!!
Will post pics of me in bandages this weekend but will have to wait one week before I can post my post op pics.
Here goes:
I got to the hospital at 6:10 a.m.. The surgery admitting area had maybe 10 people of both men and women. All sorts of people with different ailments are there so it's not a room full of guys with gyne. Dr. Fielding is not the only surgeon working. When I finished giving my information, I went to the surgery waiting area check-in and was given a bag to put my personal belongings into (including clothes) and two hospital gowns for front and back.
I changed and sat for maybe 15 minutes when my name was called. The nurse took my pressure, temperature and asked me a bunch of questions (are you allergic to anything? Have you been sick in the last 10 days?...that sort of stuff). That took about 10 minutes and I had to go back to the waiting room. The nurse told me I was Dr. Fielding's first patient for the day and I would only have to wait for about an hour.
My name was called again at around 8:00 and I followed the nurse down to the operating room. No wheelchair or rolling bed, just walked right over to the room. I had to wait outside and another nurse came out and asked me the same set of questions the first nurse asked me. I saw Dr. Fielding and he looked chipper so I said to myself, "Thank God he's in a good mood."
He said hello and he seems very popular there because most of the staff was saying hello to him. Anyways, the nurse asked me to come into the operating room. Up to this point, I wasn't really nervous. I had a few nerves going but I felt more nervous giving a speech to my fellow classmates in highschool. There were 5 people in the room ready to assist Dr. Fielding in some manner. They prepped me. Dr. Fielding came in, took a few pics of my chest and took a marker and made his marks. The anesthesiologist pricked my hand with a needle and told me I will be falling asleep soon. She asked me a few personal questions (to get my mind off of what was happening to me) and I was out like a light.
So my surgery started at around 8:05 and I woke up at 9:45 in the recovery room. It felt like I was out for 3 minutes. It was amazing. I woke up and realized I was done and guys, you should have seen the f-u-c-k-i-n-g smile on my face. The nurse asked me why the grin and I said, I'm just glad it's over. She thought I was referring to the surgery but I was actually referring to my gyne.
Anyhow, I layed there for around an hour and I started to get my bearings. I wasn't sick at all. The only discomfort was a sore throat. My chest didn't even hurt. I was hungry and I wanted to eat. They won't feed you there. The most they'll offer you is a package of biscuits and a beverage. They made a call to my friend to come get me and by 1:00 p.m. I was out of there. My friend took longer then expected to pick me up but I could have left at 12:00. They have to physically see the person taking you home or they won't let you leave. By the by, they prescibed me Percoset.
Now, I don't recommend what I'm about to add but I did it anyways. I thought I would be really loopy from the surgery and my friend would drive me to my parents house and I would rest there for a while before driving home but I didn't do that. I drove home as soon as he dropped me off (from Scarborough to Brampton it was a 35 minute drive). Please, I know I sound like a hypocrite but I don't recommend planning your surgery like this. I know how I was feeling. I'm a responsible adult and if I thought driving home would put me or anyone else at risk, I wouldn't have done so. I felt fine as if I was at the tailend of a minor beer buzz. I got my prescription filled and went through the Wendy's drive thru.
I'm home right now typing my story and I'm feeling a minor bit of pain so I'm going to go lay down soon and maybe pop a pill. I can see a bit of swelling forming where the bandages end but thanks to this site, I know it's normal.
All in all, the surgery part was very simple. I will revise this if I think of anything else later but for now, I'm going to go get some rest.