So, I had a minor surgery Wednesday. My first one, but no big deal. It was “same day”, and the doctor scheduled it for 12:30. When, I got there, I was lectured about how the only thing they’re concerned about is my safety and comfort. And, I wouldn’t be sent home until I was feeling able to leave. Oh, and in a few days I’ll recieve a report card to fill out and they’d really apreciate a good report from me. :dubious:
They really did go out of their way to make sure I was comfy, almost to the point of being annoying. Like insisting I have a breathing treatment, although I only have an asthma attack about once a year.
Then, after the surgery, they wheel me back down to my room. My husband is waiting for me, and looking kind of worried. I’m still kind of out of it, but I notice the clock. It’s 4:00p.m.! I ask my husband why I was in there so long. Apparantly, the surgery ended on schedule at 1:30, but it took me 2 and a half hours to wake up because they gave me a little too much anesthesia for my weight. THIS is where the trouble starts…
Since it’s a “same day” surgery clinic, they close at 5:00p.m.
I have one hour to be able to walk out of there. I’m the only patient still there, and the only staff are 2 nurses. Before they let me go home, they have to make sure I’m not in pain, and that I’m able to pee.
Since, I slept for so long after the surgery, they didn’t give me any morphine in my I.V. And the anesthesia was wearing off, so I was hurting. But, neither of the 2 nurses was qualified to put anything in my I.V. So instead I got some Tylenol 3 tablets. After I swallowed them the nurse said, “I hope that doesn’t make you sick, because it’s not supposed to be taken on an empty stomach.” Did I mention, that I hadn’t been allowed to eat in 16 hours?!?! :smack:
She brought me some crackers, but just one bite threatened to come back up. Then, she told me I needed to hurry up and drink my jug of sprite so I could pee. I drank a little, then started to lay back down, because the pain meds were kicking in. But she pulled me out of bed and said,“No! You have to pee.” And pulled me toward the bathroom. I was practicaly asleep, and couldn’t keep my eyes open. She plopped me down on the toilet and when I started to fall forward, she made me hold onto the rails beside the toilet. The last thing on my mind was peeing. I just wanted to sleep.
Meanwhile, the other nurse had swooped into the room and given my husband the dismissal papers to fill out. “My” nurse left me for a bit, and came back with a squirt bottle filled with warm water. I was supposed to squirt it on my “area” to stimulate the pee. She left and waited outside the door. I squirted, but the only thing it did was make me realise, that my nice trimmed “mohawk” had been completely shaved off! It was nowhere near my incision! That pissed me off, but it didn’t make me pee.
Finally, I let loose a couple of drops, and the she-devil was satisfied. When I came back into the room, by holding onto the walls to keep from falling, she was handing my husband, my clothes, so he could help me get dressed.
Before I was half dressed, she was waiting with a wheelchair. While my husband was getting the car, she was wheeling me so fast down the corridor, that I had to close my eyes to keep from getting dizzy. As soon as he pulled up, she, helped me out of the chair, then disappeared back into the building.