#281 ·
So, here’s my super depressing little update:
I’ve basically got three holes in my stomach right now, and I can't even laugh because, oh my god, it hurts like crazy.
I actually made this whole deal with the anesthesiologist—like, we were gonna negotiate for some red wine and sheep cheese once I woke up—but he totally bailed on me. 😁 Instead, I just got stuck with an IV drip. Ugh, gross.
So, anyway, the rules are: the day before, you don't eat anything, and definitely don't drink anything after dinner. You gotta shave (I did that at home) and the enema is a total must. Then, you spend a good chunk of time basically hanging out with the girls in the ladies' room. 😬
Then the doctor comes by and walks you through the whole thing—everything from that first shot to how you'll wake up and how they actually do the procedure.
Friday—
In the morning, you shower, they give you one of those cute Dior gowns 😬 and you just sit there waiting for the nurse to show up with the needle.
They wheel you into the OR, and that’s when things get interesting.
First, I was busy teasing the doctor about his hair and that news segment he was on last night, and then he tells me the anesthesiologist is running late so we're going live. So naturally, I start negotiating about whether he’s gonna play Vangelis or just some old country music. 😂
Then this green-eyed anesthesiologist finally shows up. We hash out the plan for when I wake up, and then... lights out. 😬 (Around 8:30)
/You get wheeled into a room somewhere, and you’re just sitting there smiling at the guys transferring you to the bed—they were all such sweethearts, honestly. /
I woke up at some point (10:27 according to my phone), and I was getting dressed with the nurse, calling my people to let them know I'm okay, and then—boom—I'm totally wiped out again.
By about 1:30, I’m fully awake. I was just waiting for the pain to kick in, but... nothing. I felt totally numb. I kept waiting for it to hurt, but nope. I moved my arm, my leg, my upper body—it hurt just a tiny bit. I think I was getting painkillers through the IV? Since I felt so numb... I grabbed my phone and called whoever I needed to call.
The nurse comes in, and I’m like, "I need the bathroom," but she won't let me get up. I can't even have water! :/
At 4:30 PM, my guy arrives. I actually tried to convince the nurse to let me go to the bathroom alone so he could just hold the IV for me. 😁 I spent my time staring at the three little holes in my stomach while in the bathroom.
By 7:30 PM, I’m begging the nurse for just a sip of water. I asked if I was getting anything for the pain, and she was like, "No, do you need something?" And I was like, "NO! I don't need anything!" This hurts way less than my last period. 👍
By 11:00 PM, I finally managed to hit the bathroom by myself without the IV.
The next morning, they finally let me have coffee. I headed to the vending machine for a cup and the newspaper... and now I can have juice and stuff too.
I can eat lunch now, though I absolutely loathe kale. And of course, for lunch, it was kale. 😁
In the afternoon, I went out to a cafe for a coffee...
Monday—
I got dressed all by myself (though the compression socks were a bit much), packed up (didn't lift my bag myself, obviously lol), and made my way to the car on my own.
Now I'm back home. 🙂 Just sipping coffee and typing away.
So, listen, ladies—don't be scared. Like you can see, it’s really not that big of a deal. 🙂
I’ve basically got three holes in my stomach right now, and I can't even laugh because, oh my god, it hurts like crazy.
I actually made this whole deal with the anesthesiologist—like, we were gonna negotiate for some red wine and sheep cheese once I woke up—but he totally bailed on me. 😁 Instead, I just got stuck with an IV drip. Ugh, gross.
So, anyway, the rules are: the day before, you don't eat anything, and definitely don't drink anything after dinner. You gotta shave (I did that at home) and the enema is a total must. Then, you spend a good chunk of time basically hanging out with the girls in the ladies' room. 😬
Then the doctor comes by and walks you through the whole thing—everything from that first shot to how you'll wake up and how they actually do the procedure.
Friday—
In the morning, you shower, they give you one of those cute Dior gowns 😬 and you just sit there waiting for the nurse to show up with the needle.
They wheel you into the OR, and that’s when things get interesting.
First, I was busy teasing the doctor about his hair and that news segment he was on last night, and then he tells me the anesthesiologist is running late so we're going live. So naturally, I start negotiating about whether he’s gonna play Vangelis or just some old country music. 😂
Then this green-eyed anesthesiologist finally shows up. We hash out the plan for when I wake up, and then... lights out. 😬 (Around 8:30)
/You get wheeled into a room somewhere, and you’re just sitting there smiling at the guys transferring you to the bed—they were all such sweethearts, honestly. /
I woke up at some point (10:27 according to my phone), and I was getting dressed with the nurse, calling my people to let them know I'm okay, and then—boom—I'm totally wiped out again.
By about 1:30, I’m fully awake. I was just waiting for the pain to kick in, but... nothing. I felt totally numb. I kept waiting for it to hurt, but nope. I moved my arm, my leg, my upper body—it hurt just a tiny bit. I think I was getting painkillers through the IV? Since I felt so numb... I grabbed my phone and called whoever I needed to call.
The nurse comes in, and I’m like, "I need the bathroom," but she won't let me get up. I can't even have water! :/
At 4:30 PM, my guy arrives. I actually tried to convince the nurse to let me go to the bathroom alone so he could just hold the IV for me. 😁 I spent my time staring at the three little holes in my stomach while in the bathroom.
By 7:30 PM, I’m begging the nurse for just a sip of water. I asked if I was getting anything for the pain, and she was like, "No, do you need something?" And I was like, "NO! I don't need anything!" This hurts way less than my last period. 👍
By 11:00 PM, I finally managed to hit the bathroom by myself without the IV.
The next morning, they finally let me have coffee. I headed to the vending machine for a cup and the newspaper... and now I can have juice and stuff too.
I can eat lunch now, though I absolutely loathe kale. And of course, for lunch, it was kale. 😁
In the afternoon, I went out to a cafe for a coffee...
Monday—
I got dressed all by myself (though the compression socks were a bit much), packed up (didn't lift my bag myself, obviously lol), and made my way to the car on my own.
Now I'm back home. 🙂 Just sipping coffee and typing away.
So, listen, ladies—don't be scared. Like you can see, it’s really not that big of a deal. 🙂