My wristband. Dave and I joked that I was just a number, now that I've been barcoded. The thing is, every time a new nurse comes to you, they hold your wristband and make you recite your birthday and spell out your first and last name. So really I wasn't just a number after all!
I got my iv... Didn't realize it would be in my hand, as opposed to further up my arm like it was when I had Rory. The lidocaine shot they gave me prior to putting the iv in made my hand red and itchy. Not cool.
They made me wear my glasses, and my mother in law braided my hair. Ain't I cute?
Hair-netted, and I've got my finger pulse reader thing. Just about to be wheeled back to the operating room.
When I got to the operating room, it was FREEZING! They covered me with warm blankets. There was music playing over the stereo, I had seen that on Nip/Tuck, but had no idea they actually did that! Next thing I know they're telling me they're putting the medicine in my iv and that it will sting-- and oh boy it did!!-- and then I was out. I remember looking up at the ceiling and the nurses said, "Think of something good to dream about..." and before I could pin down one thought, I was out.
Then I woke up in a different room and there were nurses around me. They moved me to my out patient recovery room and brought Dave in. I had him snap this lovely pic:
Not a bad experience all-in-all. I'm pretty sore now, but I can already tell it will be worth it.