Surgery Complete

So I had my surgery today!

It was everything I could remember from my childhood. All 8 times as a child I survived the very same surgery I survived today. Today, I have successfully completed my 9th tube surgery. (Woot - do you think there's a world record?)

Bad news is they had to cut my ear off. (Just kidding). Actually Michelle tried to pull that on me when I first arrived back to the room after surgery. I said my ear felt muffled and she asked if she could have a look. Trusting her, because she's a nurse and all, I let her. Then she said my ear had been removed. Don't worry, I wasn't that gullible. I didn't buy it.

The surgery went well. My ear is still relatively sore and muffled, and I have to work tomorrow, but I am going to be staying away from the balloons for the next couple of days to avoid any kind of pain. Also, I feel extremely run down and depressed. Michelle said it's probably the anesthetic and just my body feeling rundown after everything it's been through today.

Here are things I remember from the operating room. Weirdness. I started to feel really dizzy in the operating room, where they had me sit up so they could put sticky things on my back, and I lied back down, still feeling really dizzy, like I would faint...

And the next thing I knew, I was waking up in recovery, having a nurse pull a tube out of my throat. (She was really surprised I remembered that, because most people don't. Did you know your body doesn't breath when you're under anesthetic? I didn't. They had to breath for me. Eek).

Other than that, that's about it. I was really grateful Michelle was there. I am so loved - I knew that today. Michelle never left me, unless she had to (kicked out by nurses). She made me laugh, she gave me a hug before I left, she bought me a balloon and a card. When we were coming home, Brad and Michelle bought me lunch, and Michelle made me sit down while she got my lunch ready. She brought me juice and lunch, and kept asking if I was okay. She kept telling me to drink my juice. She said I should take an advil and go to bed. She was so concerned, and I'm glad she was, because I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I was so out of it, and doped up, I'm glad she was there to take care of me. Then both the kids made me cards, and they kept telling me they hoped I'd feel better. And God bless Brad, who didn't tease me once after the surgery. (That I can remember). Though he did make a crack before the surgery about how my new favourite show on TV would be Toopy and Binoo, though he pronounced Toopy, as Tubey. (Get it? Because I got tubes?)

Anyway, off to bed. I'm still half asleep and very much depressed, but luckily I know that's only anesthetic. It happened to me under local anesthetic as well. Thanks for your prayers. God bless

CHRISSY