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I had two appointments with a surgeon, she asked all kinds of questions about my health and made sure I knew that tubal ligation was permanent, then scheduled the surgery. I was a bit surprised how straightforward the whole process was, and how little probing my doctor did about how sure I was. It probably had a lot to do with my age (early 40s) and that we’ve been married for 10 years and are still sure about no-kids. Because of my general good health they didn’t make me go in for any pre-testing.
Showed up at 6am at the hospital, they took my temp and blood pressure a billion times, started my IV. The surgeon, anesthesiologist, nurse anesthetist, OR nurse, and an anesthesiology student all cam by to see me and ask me the same questions over and over. I assume this was normal procedure to help make sure they weren’t tying the wrong person’s tubes. 
They stole my glasses, gave me some kind of happy medicine in my IV, let my husband kiss me and wheeled me off to the OR.
I woke up 2 hours later MISERABLE - lots of crampy pain and a good deal of nausea. I told the recovery nurse I thought I was going to throw up and she gave me one of those kidney shaped dishes and asked me my pain level. I said 7 and then she gave me a shot in the arm. I thought she said she was giving me dilaudid, and specifically for nausea, but when I look up dilaudid on the interwebz it doesn’t seem to be for nausea. So either it wasn’t for nausea or it wasn’t dilaudid, I guess. I never did throw up - yay! I woke up again about an hour later and the recovery nurse asked if I wanted something to eat and drink. I chose apple juice and saltines. I thought it was odd that the only choices were saltines and graham crackers, given the fact that I had a wicked sore throat from the breathing tube. So I spent the next hour sipping apple juice, taking a bite of cracker and then waking up 15 minutes later with the cracker still in my mouth. That shot was some interesting stuff!
Nurse asked a couple more times about my pain level. When I said it was a 4 she asked if I wanted to go home. I asked if I could have a percocet because my doctor had said they could give me one before I left (and I was lying slightly about my pain level because I wanted to go home). The nurse said I could have one but would need to stay for at least another 1/2 hour for observation so I said nevermind I’d rather go home.
They went and told my husband to fetch the car. He did and we drove home (about a 10 minute drive - so many potholes on Fresh Pond Parkway!!!). I went to bed and slept for about 7 hours. Woke up and ate pudding and apple sauce so I could have a percocet, and spent a few hours dozing on the sofa.
Next day I only took ibuprofen because there wasn’t much pain. Napped a lot. Taking a shower was really nice. Day 2 we took a walk to go vote and to CVS to buy Cheetos (don’t judge, man!)
The gas bubbles were really painful the first 2 days, when they were in my chest and shoulders. Now they seem to be working their way out through the “correct” channel. My intestines feel bruised and quite sensitive, but everything is moving along so I am assuming all is well.
Some things I was surprised by
- I didn’t poop for 2 days. Probably a combo of not eating for 24 hours and the drugs for general anesthesia apparently temporarily shut things down. One of the things the recovery nurse kept checking for was “gut sounds.”
- I didn’t realize one of my incisions would be INSIDE my belly button. that freaks me out for no good reason
- the steri strip that’s still on my lower incision itches a lot, but everything I’ve read says don’t pull it off, it’s ok where it is and will fall off on its own
- on day 3 I started showing some bruises on my abdomen, already looking like old bruises when they appear
- I have some little bruises elsewhere which I assume is from them moving me around. I bruise fairly easily tho and they don’t hurt so I don’t think they were being rough with me. It must be a pain to move someone who is unconscious though.
- I don’t like percocet. I only took 2 - one each on the first two nights. On night two my sleep was very disturbed and I felt yucky.