As I was being serenaded with TobyMac songs from my husband, my doctor walked in. The last time I saw him was at his office, he was wearing a button-down shirt, tie, and white doctor coat. This time he had his scrubs on. I couldn't help but notice how wrinkled they were. He was just coming out of a different surgery and my mind started racing on whether or not he changed scrubs and pulled these wrinkled ones out from the bottom of the stack or if he didn't change at all. I decided I needed to stop thinking about that.
He started explaining parts of the surgey, like how'd I'd be practically upside down during the procedure... ya, thank goodness I was out cold for that. After he was finished he said, just a few more minutes!
That's when the happy juice came. At least that's what I like to call it. The nurse gave me the "happy juice" through my IV and I immediately at a "high". I'm pretty sure I told her all about how I thought this was happy juice. Did she laugh at me? No, she'd probably heard it all before.
I was then rolled out of the surgery prep room to the surgery room. It was cold and gray. I was still pretty happy.. so I didn't really care. The nurses then put a mask over my mouth and I remember answering a question. I was taking small breaths, not sure why, but I felt like that's all I could do.
I remember the nurses talking to each other and looking at me, then one of them said "take a big deap breath in" and I was out cold.
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