I survived my first carpal tunnel surgery. For some reason I thought it would be so much worse than it was. The day before I was to call and find out what time my surgery was scheduled for. I was very disappointed to find out I was suppose to be there at 11:00 am. What! I will have starved to death before then. I did the only thing I could think of on the day of my surgery, set my alarm for 45 minutes before I was to leave. If I am asleep I wouldn’t be hungry, right? We were to leave at 10, my alarm was set for 9:15. I wake up at 8 and can’t go back to sleep. By the time we left for the hospital, I’m not really hungry but I am terribly thirsty and feel as if I have swamp breath.
I try not to breath on the nurse, who is asking one hundred and one questions that I’m sure I already answered in the preregistration phone conversation I had the week before. When she is done I am instructed to remove my clothes and put on the backless gown that comes with a visit to the hospital. “All of my clothes?” I ask. ” All of your clothes”, she responds. “But my arm is up here”, I say pointing to my arm that is well above my nether region.” I am sure she did an inward eye roll. (If that’s even a thing.) I did as she asked in the privacy of my curtained cubicle, with my daughter and mother looking on to make sure I wasn’t a rule breaker. When she returns she hooks me up with not one IV needle but two. As I’m laying there uncomfortably, the guy from the anesthesiology department comes in and explains the procedure and tells me I won’t be asleep but will be groggy. Really? This is not what I signed up for. I don’t want to see or hear anything when my body is being cut on.
After awhile the doctor comes in to see me and I am please to see that he looks well rested. He excuses himself and shortly after I am taken to surgery. When I wake I am back in the out-patient room I started in. Yes, I said when I wake. Ok, what happened? Did I talk too much and annoy the surgical staff and they voted to go ahead and knock me out? For the record I did apologize before hand for anything I may say while under the influence of drugs. I know what I say when I am conscious so I am expecting the worse when I am not.
Everyone at the hospital was great. No complaints at all. I was sent home without pain meds, which I thought was weird. I had my daughter get me some Nyquil. I slept the rest of the day and went back to see the doctor the next day at his request. Everything looked good and I was scheduled to go back to him in ten days for the removal of my stitches.
By Monday I was back at work, popped a stitch and have heat rash under my brace but hey, no pain!