Hot Like Ebola!!!: Post-Op Musings

Well, after the debacle on Wednesday with the doctor looking at my foot and sending me to the ultrasound and then charging me an office visit fee for looking, the ultrasound revealed that I did indeed have a toothpick still in my foot, which I had known for four days. On Thursday morning, they called to let me know I had to go back to the ultrasound place for a "marking" ultrasound. So I went back there, where the marking ultrasound turned out to be one in which the highly trained ultrasound tech marks the location of the toothpick WITH A SHARPIE. Ahem. Glad we're paying another 300 dollars for that. Anyway, we then traveled to the surgery suite later that day, where we were treated with nothing but pleasantness and competence, even after telling them about our lack of insurance.

No, really, they were wonderful! The nurse only took three tries for the I.V., when they usually take 6 or 7, especially since I had not drunk anything for 16 hours. Then, we just hung out until it was time for the surgery. Having never been under general anesthesia before and heard others' horror stories about it, I was pleasantly surprised that it went off without a hitch.

They successfully removed the offending toothpick; I woke up smoothly and without a trace of sore throat or nausea, rested the perfect amount of time, and went home for a brief sojourn. Then we shared nachos and ice cream at Applebee's for Matt's birthday. It seems strange that the surgery has been the easiest, least painful of everything that has happened since Sunday.

Then, of course, I woke up at 12:28 a.m. whimpering in pain as the local wore off. But hey! That's o.k.!

:: submitted by Jenevieve, 5:50 PM
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The doc did indeed save it for me... it's in an envelope... The hydrocodone would be good, except it is combined with 500 mg of acetiminophen, which makes me nauseous. Boo. You can have as any as you want! :)