To The Hospital We Go

Everything went very smoothly. I checked in and paid my co-payment. I must admit that this seemed weird. It certainly wasn’t the secretary’s fault; however I couldn’t help but feel slightly angry towards him for asking me for money at a time like this. He was doing his job, however I would have paid him 100 times more if he could have changed the situation. Once I was checked in, I was taken to pre-op to get ready for surgery. I changed into my gown and Matt stayed in the room with me, sitting in the recliner chair, watching television. I remember thinking how glad I was that he was there with me. The anesthesiologist met me shortly after to start my IV. I met with the physician that was going to do the procedure and before I knew it, I was being pushed back into another room. I barely remember sliding onto another bed, before resting comfortably.

When I woke up, Matt was right by my side. He had just come back from getting my medication and was so attentive. The nurse gave me some gingerale and peanut butter crackers. Amazingly, I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten well for a few weeks before this due to the food aversions, so I enjoyed having Matt feed me crackers that I actually enjoyed eating. I must admit, I did have two snack bags of crackers. After spending time in recovery, I was finally ready to go. Matt pulled the car up and I was taken by wheelchair outside. On the way home, I was still feeling hungry. For those who know me, you know I love to eat. I asked Matt if we could pick up a cheese pizza. He was concerned about me eating a cheese pizza after anesthesia, however gave into my strong desire for real food. Let me tell you...the pizza tasted good!