Diva Moment

After seeing a reproductive endocrinologist, he immediately wanted to do surgery to unblock both of my blocked tubes, remove a septum in my uterus and remove more scar tissue/endometriosis.  This would be my second surgery during this whole infertility mess.  I decided to do the surgery over spring break so that I didn't have to take time off work...and because I was keeping it a secret from most. 

This would be the 6th surgery I have had in my life.  All 5 others had been at a suburban hospital which I would compare to the Taj Mahal of hospitals.  This surgery would be at an urban hospital.  I didn't mind at all until I showed up the morning of my surgery.  I was put in a room WITH another patient.  They were talking about being at the bar all night and the dad was drunk, it was a mess.  I complained to my husband that I have like the best insurance in the world, want my own room, I don't belong here.  So, so DIVA.  Don't judge, I was about to have surgery and thoughts cannot be contained.  The nurse could sense this and was so, so nice.  She promised me a private room after surgery without me even asking.

This hospital was so different.  They didn't give me my happy meds before being wheeled to surgery.  At the other hospital, I have no memory of ever being wheeled into surgery because of the happy meds.  This time they wheeled me away from my husband with me being perfectly lucent.  So, inevitably, I cried and cried the whole way to the operating room.  The nurses were so nice though and outside the door of the operating room, gave me my happy meds, held my hand, and assured me how great my doctor is, how he worked miracles and how soon it would be that I would be out of it.

Surgery lasted three hours.  I woke up in the recovery area.  I was in so much pain and was given lots of pain meds, so I was pretty much out of it.  Then my bed was getting bumped and shoved.  I was more than annoyed.  Then I heard yelling and nurses pushing my bed over and doctors being called over.  The guy next to me was yelling that the medical staff was trying to kill him.  I was back to crying.  Come to find out, this guy was high as a kite, shot himself in the arm, and was now pulling out his intubation tube.  Diva moment #2, get me the heck to my private room. 

Everything after this I have no idea.  I don't know if I ever made it to a private room.  I don't think I ever talked to my doctor.  I don't know how I got in the car and I don't remember getting home.  I did later learn, after those drugs wore off a bit, that the surgery went great.  Both my tubes were now clear, they removed 3 uterine polyps, lots of scar tissue, cut out the septum in my uterus and I left the hospital with a lovely balloon holding my newly shaped uterus in place with a catheter taped to my thigh leaking blood into a maxipad also taped to my thigh.  What a joy the next week would be!