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Nothing is ever as it seems… 10-11-2011 - 03:22 PM
I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. It’s something I said I would never do no matter what. The insurance company I worked for back in 2002 wanted me to visit a client in Memphis TN. I had to make a choice quit my job or fly. I choice to fly (I’m a reasonable woman, LOL) and I remember the day clearly, being so scared but most importantly how beautiful the experience was…

After boarding the plane, I sat down closed my eyes real tight during take off and cried. When I finally decided to open my eyes, the plane was in the air and I hadn’t felt a thing. I remember how beautiful things were. Looking out the window and seeing a masterpiece that can never be duplicated, {sky, clouds, sun, earth}. If I were asked what’s the most amazing thing I’ve seen, my answer will forever be the view from the window seat of an airplane. To me, airplanes are miraculous, like no matter where I am if there’s one flying above I have to stop and watch.

I typed all that because I’d liken my hysterectomy experience to that of my first airplane ride…

It wasn’t nearly as bad and I had worked myself up to believe. I arrived at the admission office around 8ish, surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous. Two minutes spent checking in with the admission clerk then we walked over to the surgical unit. The clerk there said it would be an hour before the nurse comes out to get me. “An hour, I thought to myself”. I was early, surgery was scheduled for 10:30, and it was only 8:30.

My mother and I people watched. Like, the woman waiting for her husband whom was in surgery, as family members {I assume they were family members} walked up a woman asked, “how are you? better yet, the hell with you how is he doing”. My mother and I laughed. I had this strange craving for cheese pizza with banana peppers. I hadn’t eaten since 10 p.m. the night before; there was nothing on my stomach. I was so hungry.

Finally, the nurse called. I said, “aww, ****, stood up and walked to her”. I asked the nurse if my mother could come with me, she could later, explained the nurse. Boy, was the surgical unit busy! I don’t know why but I pictured it as a serene place. Patients, Doctors, Nurses, family members were everywhere. Things were beeping, beds were moving, and people were talking, so chaotic.

I was checked in to bed 32, asked to undress, and press the button once done. It took me 2 minutes. I laid there for what seemed like eternity before the pre-op nurse walked in to ask me the same questions the admission clerk asked. My vitals were checked and the IV was inserted. I was then told shortly the Surgeon and Anesthesiologist would be in. Another half and hour passed before both walked in, greeted me and asked the same questions as everyone else, LOL.

Apparently, another Surgeon had come in late and this pushed all the other surgeries back. This is what they were discussing in front of my mother and I. We couldn’t believe how unprofessional they were being. Anyway, it would be at least an hour before my surgery. It was now 10:30. I forgot to mention that I cried right before my mother came back, and the pre-op nurse was so supportive. I told her I was scared.

Close to 11 a.m. the OR nurse and a student nurse walked over to introduce themselves. A few minutes later, the assistant surgeon and a medical student introduced themselves and said another 30 minutes and I was up. At this point, I was just ready to get it over, I was tired and wanted to sleep.

11:30 came everyone was starting to surround me. It must be time, I said to my mother. We hugged and kissed each other goodbye. Whenever I start to feel like I’m losing control I become very observant. Like, this may be the last thing(s) I see, if you will. As I’m being wheeled to the OR I’m noticing things such as; the frost on the OR doors, the OR nurse pushing the paddle to open the doors, seeing the surgical techs, other nurses, the anesthesiologist, the medical student, the assistant Surgeon and all the equipment. So many thoughts, “is the OR cold like they said it would be on hystersisters?, is it what you expected” are you scared”. I was numb, for some reason the OR seemed foreign yet beautiful to me. Most people don’t get to see this part of the hospital. Besides remembering how the anesthesiologist was prepping to knock me out I also remember saying to the medical student, “you will forever remember me”. I don’t remember much else…


I woke up around 3ish to a wonderful nurse welcoming to recovery and asking if I was any pain. I wasn’t sure; I was sore than pain and dozing in and out. The plan after I left for the OR was that my mother would leave the hospital after the Surgeon told her everything was ok. She would come back once I got to my room. I requested a private room but they were all out. Leaving recovery and arriving to my room I don’t remember, I remember my mother almost scaring the staples out of me once she arrived. I spend the rest of the day one with my mother, SO and the morphine pump.

Overall, my experience was nothing like I anticipated. My uterus was HUGE, six pounds and according to my doctor the biggest she's seen. The pain and gas weren’t bad at all. I believe hystersisters played a key role in shaping my experience. So many times, I reverted back to what I’ve learned on this site. I’m sure had I not become a member my experience would be much different.

Despite, my low blood pressure, I was release two days later and have been resting since. I left out how wonderful my roommates were, I'll write about that later. In addition to my concerns about pain medication and hospitals in general.

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