Everything went well with the breast cancer surgery yesterday. I was lucky enough to get an early slot, so I didn’t have to lie there starving all day. GC was allowed to stay with me until surgery.
You know those shapeless blue hospital gowns? They gave me the usual gownage, but I also got great big pajama pants this time! There was room enough for me, GC and Duncan in there! (Not that we tried.) I was thrilled with the pajama pants. They were the highlight of my hospital stay.
All the staff at the Queensway-Carleton Hospital were friendly to me, except the anesthesiologist, but I’m pretty sure he’s a robot so that’s okay. But seriously, if I’m literally putting my life in his hands, the least he can do is pretend that my life matters even just a little tiny bit to him. This guy barely looked at me, never smiled, and he only talked to ask the questions absolutely required of him: Any allergies? Any dentures? Any implants? Not only did he not seem human, I got the impression he didn’t think I was human either. It was creepy.
A couple of hours after surgery he showed up at my bedside, looked at my chart, and walked away. Didn’t even glance at me. (I wonder if he chose anesthesiology because he prefers unconscious patients?)
Okay, I know I’m going on and on about him, but on top of everything else, he bruised me! In pre-op, two different nurses tried to set up my IV, but failed. I have tiny uncooperative veins that hide when people come after them with needles. The nurses gave up and left the IV for the anesthesiologist, who left a great big bruise on my arm. I would totally forgive him for that if I liked him.
When I came out of the anesthetic I was crying, which is pretty normal for me. Do you cry when you’re coming out from under too?
My left leg hurt a lot. The recovery room nurse, Claire, was lovely and calm and she kept pumping pain meds into me until it didn’t hurt anymore. They have excellent pain meds there and they’re not afraid to use them. I think I told her I loved her.
Once I was pain-free they sent me back to the day surgery unit. The nurse immediately moved my blood pressure cuff to my left arm and told me that for the rest of my life should always have blood pressure taken on the left arm, as well as any blood drawing. That’s because I’ve had lymph nodes removed from my right armpit, so there’s a risk of lymphedema.
Then they let GC come and visit for a bit. The surgeon got called away so we didn’t get a chance to talk, but she told the nurse to tell me everything went well.
GC brought me home in the afternoon and I slept for hours and hours. Then we ate Chinese food and went to bed and slept for hours and hours. And so ended another successful day on the road to recovery.