Little Shop of Horrors

So, finally, at 4:30 PM, I was taken back to be prepped for my laparoscopy. The nurse who was attending to my pre-op was one of those happy, shiny people that I usually can't stand on a good day, so imagine how much I liked her after not eating for 16 hours! Yeah, not so much. So after stripping down to nothing and putting on the ever flattering hospital gown, it was time to put in my IV for the surgery. Normally I have no problem with having blood taken or with the inserting of IVs, however, you must remember that I hadn't had a drop to drink for 16 hours which led to massive dehydration. In addition to my veins glowing a bright deep blue, it was nearly impossible to insert an IV into any of my veins.

The nurse from hell started with my left arm and poked around there for a bit before trying my right. Did I mention that the nurse also appeared to be new at inserting IVs? At this point I thought it might be better to remove my arm with a hacksaw rather than to allow her to come near me again with the IV needle. I was becoming very annoyed and very angry when the anesthesiologist came into the room to help with the IV. He also again tried both arms with no luck and decided to try the top of my right hand. Yeah, this would be about the time that copious amounts of blood starting spurting (Is there a better word than that to describe this action?) out of my hand all over the doctor, the floor, and me. It is a good thing that he got the IV in that time because I was about to pass out from the combination of pain and blood loss.

Luckily, this was the last annoying ordeal we had to deal with before I was taken back for surgery. The fact that there is virtually no waiting time in pre-op when you are the last one to go in for surgery is a good thing. The surgery went well and I woke up in recovery a few hours later. My doctor was nice enough to give Brett a very brief report and take off before I even woke up. Apparently, he had found several polyps in my uterus, a small amount of endometriosis on the outside of my uterus and a rather large and disgusting cyst hanging out on my left fallopian tube. The cyst was not affecting the performance of the tube, so he drained the cyst and left the tube in tact. All of these problems were minor and taken care of during the surgery. According to my doctor, I was as good as new and we were ready to start trying to conceive during my next cycle. Or so we thought...

To be continued...