So I went in to have my tonsils removed on 4/8. Things were goin okay, got to hang out in my paper gown, silly non-skid socks, and my bonnet. Got stuck a few times before they finally got my IV in. Not a big deal, needles dont bother me. So I am just hangin out on my stretcher waitin for them to come get me. Finally anesthesia comes and gives me versed and tells me its time to roll. Last thing I remember is transfering to the surgical table. My first memory after surgery was the staff screamin my name and shaking me. They were yellin at me to please wake up, I needed to breathe. I could here them and I was really tryin, I just couldnt open my eyes to do what they wanted. I could feel them checkin my blood pressure what felt like every minute or two and the nurse say it was dropping. They put me on oxygen and boy does that feel weird. I remember them saying I was satting at 80% at 4l/min of O2. Which is kinda crazy for someone without breathing problems. Needless to say it took them four and a half hours to finally get me stable. One of the scariest days of my life I must say. Wouldnt have been so bad if I wasnt there alone but what can you do.
By the way having your tonsils out as an adult hurts bad as hell. My pain pills are def my best friend right now. Ha.
And thank you all for stopped by with all the love and good wishes. It meant a lot to me.