Up at 4:30am. I have to be at the hospital by 5:30am. My surgery is scheduled for 7:30am sharp. Remember to choose something comfy and easy to wear.
At the hospital I had to sit and answer questions (DOB, SS, etc.), give ID, insurance card, choose someone for Power of Attorney, pay hospital balance up-front (my insurance covers 90%. I had to write a check for approx. $370). I received my wristband and was reunited with my mom.
Later I was taken by a nurse. I was weighed. I changed. They wanted ALL my clothes off even though this was surgery for my foot. I kept my undies on. I was asked to state what day it was and what was going to be performed on me. They also took a urine sample. After giving the sample I realized it was for a pregnancy test. But I had already had this done (paid) for such a test for Dr. West some weeks earlier. I explained. They made a call to the lab to disregard my urine sample. (yay!) My IV was also done at this time.
I sat on a gurney with the privacy of a curtain and my mom soon was let in to sit with me. I was given a marker and was told to write "yes" on the foot that was to have the procedures. I did, but I also drew a happy face on the bottom of my right foot. I put my sock back on that foot to hide it. I was hoping that in the operating room it would bring a few chuckles. (I was pretty sure that Dr. West would view my right foot while working on the left. My right foot does not have Brachymetatarsia.)
Soon an intern who works with Dr. West came over, introduced himself and asked if he could see my foot. I removed my sock. He took a look touched a few toes and was done. He asked if I had any questions. I said, "Yes. I was told I get a continental breakfast with this thing. Someone lied to me." ;oD This of course broke the ice. (I wanted everyone to experience a little humor before going into this thing.)
Another nurse soon came who would be involved in the surgery and introduced herself. She too asked me to name what was being performed on me.
Then Dr. West came in. We were all in good spirits. He took the marker and signed his initials right next to where I wrote "yes" on my foot.
He took a digital picture of my foot, them placed his hand on my shoulder and bowed his head to prayed for me. Yup, Dr. West is a believer! ;o) He prayed aloud with me and my mom right there while the two nurses where going through paperwork.
He left before my mom could start blubbering. ;o) She was very touched by his gesture of prayer. Soon we were making jokes again.
For the most part my humor was accepted. The Anesthesiologist was a little taken aback however. Her point being that if I'm cracking jokes she is unable to determine if I'm really disoriented or not. "Surgeries are canceled when patients are asked questions and the wrong answer is delivered." (I understood her point and told her I understood, but her delivery on this point wasn't the best.) I felt that she is the one usually cracking the jokes... (maybe I was stealing her thunder?) a few minutes later she administered the anesthesia in a forceful manner.... it was very painful. (I had anesthesia admitted 10 years ago for a surgery and felt no pain whatsoever.)
Considering the anesthesia isn't delivered by needle directly into my arm, but an injection into the IV tube.... you'd think there would be no pain... but she managed to delivery it too quickly and the pain was practically unbearable.
No time to complain as I would very soon be out. Approximately 4.5hrs later I awoke to Dr. West saying something to me that I couldn't make out. He left. I felt myself go under again, but not before I felt someone remove my catheter and hand me a zip-lock bag with my undies in it! LOL. Then I awoke to see a woman at the end of the gurney trying to tell me how to use crutches. It was much to early! I couldn't understand her. I was disoriented. They even got me up and placed the crutches under my arms. All I kept saying was, "I really shouldn't be on crutches right now." ;o) Drrrrr.
Moments later I was being wheeled out. I was in and out of consciousness. I then found myself at my parents, in bed, and took the strongest pain killer as directed by my doctor (Roxicet). The day before he instructed me to not wait for pain, but to take it as soon as I got back from the hospital.
This is what I was looking like.
Gauze. An ace bandage on top of that. Cotton wrapped on top of that.Then a fiberglass splint running from my toes to my calf. Then TONS more cotton wrapping. And finally another ace bandage.
My leg was numb from the knee down. I was able to move my first 3 toes forward and backward— that very night. (one can do a lot when you're numb. ;o)
All this waiting and it's finally done, pheeew....
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