Yesterday I spent most of the day at the hospital getting 2 suspicious moles removed. The doctor decided that it would be best if I was under a light sedation along with local anesthetic. He initially thought that local anesthetic would be enough, but I guess he figured the surgery was going to be harder or longer than he originally thought.
After dressing in a buttocks-exposing gown, and in a robe over that I was put in a holding room with Laura. They tried putting an IV in my left hand, but failed miserably (and painfully!). Giving up on that for the moment, I was moved into a bed in the "Preoperative Holding Area", this time without Laura. This time another doctor managed to get an IV into my right elbow. Usually I have such prominent veins, I can only imagine that the difficulty was due to a lack of water, or something. Now, after a 40 minute wait, everything happened all at once. My surgeon came out and initialed the location of the moles to be removed, a nurse anesthetist gave me a dose of knockout, and they began to wheel me into the OR.
I felt woozy almost immediately. And now, thinking back on it, I don't actually remember going from the bed onto the operating table. I have this fuzzy idea that I did it myself (and exposing my butt in the process!), but the memory isn't really in there.
The surgery itself was painless, and seemed to go by really fast. In reality I was in there for about an hour, and each incision required 10 stitches or so. There was one slightly freaky moment when I woke up in the middle and felt really really nauseous. I had an oxygen mask on at the time, and I couldn't figure out how to signal to the people in the room that something was wrong. I think I eventually twitched my hand, although I'm not sure anybody noticed. In the end, I just swallowed the rapidly pooling saliva, and went back to sleep.
(Yes, I'm a drooler when it comes to vomiting. In fact a few months ago, I was sitting in my easy chair watching TV when all of a sudden my mouth started salivating like crazy. I ran into the bathroom expecting to vomit, but eventually everything calmed down. The weirdest thing was I never felt nauseous.)
Anyway, once it was done, I was wheeled into the recovery room where I slept for another 20 minutes or so. Finally they felt I was ready for a few ice chips, and then some cranberry juice and saltines. The whole time I was still under the influence of the local anesthetic, I didn't really feel a thing. It wasn't until I put my shoes on to leave that I finally felt a little pain in my food.
Then, on the way home, with Laura graciously driving, a new wave of nausea hit. Luckily the hospital isn't so far away. Really only about 10 minutes with no traffic. I've been hopped up on darvocet ever since. I have a prescription for percocet, but I can't really justify it given the low amount of pain that I'm in. Its really nothing to complain about, unless you expect me to actually be up and walking around. I'm sure by the time monday rolls around, Tylenol will be sufficient. I hope so anyway, otherwise I won't make it into work!