Procedure One:

Thursday proved to be just as eventful as every other day in the saga of our lives....

At least we are fully able to recognize and even appreciate the sense of humor of our loving Heavenly Father. And, His protective hand.

Nate tagged a dear in our commuter car. I shouldn't really lie, when I read the text from him, 'just hit a deer', I thought, 'of course you did' a little unhappily. But when I saw the damage I was immediately thankful; it could be so much worse! Still drives..and it only registers about 25% higher on the rez-mobile ticker.

I worked early Thursday, getting to the office shortly after 7 to get my hours in early....big day. As I was headed to the hospital for my surgery, the nurse called to notify me that I needed to get there, if I wasn't already. The doctor was running WAY ahead...I did my best to get there as fast as I could, only to be seated in the waiting room. AFter sitting there for 10 minutes I went up to the counter and explained the gals in back were waiting on me, that they'd actually called and told me to hurry. At this the woman was super annoyed, and again told me to sit. A few minutes later she called my name, "Julie?"...so I followed her into the office and she closed the door. Now, they've begun this really annoying little practice of asking you your name and what procedure you're having done, over and over...and I'd already answered this 3x before this sweet woman took me back. So, when she asked what I was having done, I was feeling a little onery and didn't answer immediately. She noticed my rebellion and kind of huffed, "A breast augmentation..." WHAT????? Since my shock was obvious and I nearly fell off my chair she asked my name again. To my surprise there was a Julie with a last name ridiculously close to mine...and SHE was in for a much different surgery than mine. I told the nurse had Julie #2 been in for a tummy tuck as well I might consider continuing our little charade until after, and opting out of the augmentation all together. She wasn't impressed. So I was escorted back to my seat, again, and told to wait. At this point I've been sitting in the lobby for about half an hour...and the nurse told me to hurry! And crabby abbs at the desk chastized ME for answering to the wrong name. It obviously wasn't her fault!!!
After being rescued by the nurse in back, who was a tiny bit annoyed I was so late, I was taken into the bathroom to be weighed. Now, this is about is fun for me as, well, having breast augmentation. I climbed on the elephant scale and turned my back, telling her not to tell me the grant total. Door wide open, she yelled. Yes. Yelled. The number out. I was so stunned I just looked at her. Okay, that was one sweetie...
We then were rushed into the room, I stripped down to put my nightie on, ties in the back, and climbed into bed where I spent the next 20 minutes watching my weight-sharing nurse poke and search...not pulling the needle out, just holding it under my skin, searching for a vein. Seriously, 20 minutes. 3 attempts on one arm. As she's digging a second nurse came in and asked how she could be helpful. Nurse Sunshine then told her I needed my blood-clot socks, though she had a funny name for them I can't remember. Ted socks????? or something. And...she threw in, 'Large!' in the rudest tone...so much so that the second nurse sort of looked me over and raised her eye brows and responded that she didn't think I needed a large. She picked up the blanket, and looks me over good and responds, 'Yep, large.' The other nurse walked off to fetch the socks, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She came back with mediums and proceded to put them on me, pulling me this way and that, all the while Nurse Ratchett poked around a bit more. I was beginning to think being Julie #2 had its plusses: Namely: different nurses on the other wing.
The doc walked in right as she finally hit a vein, and announced he wasn't waiting for the labs to return before operating. He asked me, "Well, you ready to go blow up your uterus?" Um, sure. I was hauled to surgery and the last thing I remember is asking them never to repeat the things I say while going under...and hearing the anesthesiologist cheerfully promise me a 'cocktail.' Whatever that was, I liked it.
I believe the polyp issue has has been rectified.
I feel fine...totally normal. Easy peasy. One more to go while this stuff is free!