This was my procedure today - mild TMI.
Started out okay, No traffic so we were early, got registered, taken in the back, etc. then the nurse takes me to get changed and she tells me to take everything off including my underwear. So I'm thinking "why, they're looking down my throat?" but I complied. I went back to the pre-op area and next up comes the anesthesiologist (who I swear is 100 years old). After a chat with him and the surgeon they walk me back to the OR. When I get on the table the nurse tells me not to have my gown under me, again, why? Old guy starts my IV, very gently, hardly felt it! Okay, kudos for experience.
Then he asks if I'm ready for a nap, I say sure, and the next thing I know I'm in recovery - coughing, a lot. Remember that part about no underwear and no gown under me? This is why. Every time I cough there is leakage. I tell Nurse it feels damp down south & Nurse tells me it happens all the time...great.
Then it was time to go home. I'm not ready. I tell the nurse I'm not ready. She has other opinions. It takes 2 nurses to walk me to the bathroom to change...the nurse goes to leave and I told her it wouldn't be a good idea to leave me alone. She stayed. Waving alcohol pads in my face to keep me from throwing up...great.
Then all 3 of us walk out to the car. Fresh air in my face felt great, for about 30 seconds. Sat down in the car, leaned out the door, and threw up water all over my shoes. Told her I wasn't ready! Nurse got me a nausea med and a puke bowl for the ride home...great.
Dan put down the car window, fresh air really did help. Spent the remainder of the day sleeping...GREAT!
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