The procedure was simple enough, but I had never had one done so I wasn't totally sure what to expect. Jeremy had finally come home off the truck the night before so I was excited to have someone else drive me up there. Once there, I was registered and taken back to a holding area. My heart rate and blood pressure started to go up when I knew the IV was coming. They never access my port for some reason and they look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them some of my veins are no good. After some negotiating with the nurse, they finally got a vein on my wrist and my anxiety was nearly gone - heck that's usually the scariest part of any procedure for me.
But then they wheeled me into the procedure room and my anxiety returned. I was greeted by Dr. R., who I hadn't seen since before my surgery. He is just as sweet as Dr. S. - he said hello and asked me how I was doing. He asked how my surgery went and how I was recovering. He finally asked if I was ready for the scope and assured me that he would take good care of me. Dr. R. got me prepped and I saw them preparing the scope when my heart started to race. I started to panic when one of the nurses behind me said "Here we go!". What she meant was that she was running the anesthesi meds through my IV at that moment and I think I remember saying "Whoooo it's working", counting to 2 and was totally out.
I woke up in a recovery area where the nurse brought me water and juice. Dr. R. came by, and I think he said everything was fine and to follow up with him in a few weeks (I say I think because I remember drifting in and out between snores, so I'm not entirely sure he wasn't a figment of my imagination).
Jeremy drove me home and I slept most of the time after that. We managed to do a little Christmas shopping that night, but I ended up going to bed early.
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