Dating Myself Day 26: Surgery day

My first memory of a hospital stay was when I was a 6 year old with severe abdominal pain thought to be appendicitis. I remember clearly getting an IV put in, having tons of bedside visitors and making friends with my room-mate, Laura. I also remember making up my non existent middle name ( CINDY) and getting in trouble ( the result of an over active imagination.

Since then I have only been in a clinic once and never stayed overnight. in 2007 I had Lasik eye surgery which took literally5 minutes and I was awake the entire time. So, it was no surprise that this minor surgery had me in jitters.

I arrived at the hospital around 7am with my 3 amazing aunts and uncle who came to take care of me. Their company calmed my nerves enough to handle the IV process and before I had a chance to figure out what was happening, I was waking up in the recovery room. If you have never had surgery let me assure you, coming out of anesthesia is pretty incredible. I remained loopy and doped up on Percoset the entire day but, I am so grateful for my aunts and sisters who have truly made me feel well taken care of. The most difficult part of this whole surgery has been the fact that I have to stay in bed. Many people would kill for a few days of bed rest but, to my hyperactive self it is the equivalent to being tied down to a leash by a tree. I guess for now it's me, my book, laptop and daytime TV ( which, after 10am, is garbage!).