Hairnets and Cocktails

Surgery day for my mini-lumpectomy came and went like a foggy, blur.

I was strangely calm right up to the moment we walked into the surgical center,

when little butterflies started fluttering in my stomach.

I know that the feeling of peace had everything to do with all of the prayers being whispered on my behalf.

Thank you all SO much!  ♥

You never quite realize how much being prayed for makes such a big difference,

until you are the one being prayed for.

Believe me...

it makes all the difference in the world.

My sweet, supportive husband was by my side every minute.

We actually laughed our way through my change of "attire" in preparation for the operating room.

After pulling on a strange, hugely oversize, hospital gown 

which despite it's size, 

turned out to be quite the cat's meow because it was plugged in to a sort of hose that swathed my body 

in warm, comforting air.

Kind of like being inside a nice, warm balloon. 

The nurses kept telling me that the gown wasn't oversized.

I was just tiny.

TINY?

Really??

Ok.  

I'll take that.

And then...

and then...

I was given a hairnet.

WHAT?

A hairnet?

Nobody told me about any hairnets.

This girl doesn't wear hats much less hairnets.

Good gravy.  

My hair was going to be a disaster the rest of the day.

Oh sweet vanity.

It took me 15 minutes trying to figure out how to stuff all my hair inside of it

and still look presentable.

Presentable for whom, you may ask?

I don't know.

The cute anesthesiologist?

I became quite popular for the next hour with one nurse starting an antibiotic IV,

another taking my vitals,

and yet another asking me numerous medical history questions.

Everyone was amazed that I had never had any surgeries

"for someone my age".

Niiice. 

Thank you very much.

At least you consider me "tiny".

A visit from the anesthesiologist,

the surgeon's assistant,

and finally the anesthesiologist's nurse who started my "nether-world cocktail"

which whirled me off to sweet la-la land...

*  *  *  *  * *  *

Ninety minutes later in real time,

[two minutes in "nether-world" time]

I was rolled back into my room.

My chest wrapped tightly like a stuffed sausage. 

I turned to my husband and said,
"Wow, was that ever a great nap. They need to market that stuff."

We celebrated the moment with cocktails of ice water

and crackers with cheese.

So romantic.

Especially with that fashionable hairnet still on my head.

Wobbling my way into my clothes while clinging to my husband's arm,

I was then escorted like royalty in a wheelchair to the back door

[probably because my hair looked like heck and they didn't want me going out the front door]

where they loaded me up into our SUV and we thankfully headed for home sweet home.

Tucked onto my love seat with a thick pink throw and a green smoothie nearby,

I sunk back into a deep sleep...

happily hairnet-less.

~  Eucharisteo  ~

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