Surgery

The past two months since the surgery has not exactly flown by. In fact, I think Oct/Nov 2016 may be two of the worst months in my personal history. I’ll explain why in a later post, but for now… the surgery

Before the surgery:

The week before the surgery, I was taken off almost all of my medications, except high blood pressure medicine and aspirin (ASA). Now, most folks would have been off the ASA, too, but because of my unique situation, the neurosurgeon kept me on the ASA for a few extra days, really to ensure that I would be less likely to have any clotting around the stent.

The day before the surgery I had to take a shower, washing with Hibiclens, then repeat the morning of the surgery. I left for the hospital thinking that I must be the cleanest person in the city, just to find out that I had to wipe my entire body down with more cleansing maps. There was even a map and instructions on how to most effectively apply the disinfectant.

Before the surgery, I had the usual — IV started, vitals checked, history updated. I met with the surgeon, confirmed I was competent and aware prior to surgery. Then, I was wheeled off to the OR (by the anesthesiologist, which I’m not sure is protocol, but was actually nice. In past surgeries, I’ve entrusted my life to a guy who pops into the room for 2 minutes, then asks me a question I don’t remember answering.

NOTE to HOLLYWOOD: Anesthesiologists don’t actually ask folks to count backwards. In my experience, which is more than I’d like it to be, they ask something like “What’s your favorite book?” after finding out you’re a reader, or they say something about concentrating on breathing in oxygen, then BLAM, you wake up in a different room, with something beeping behind your head, thirsty, with a nurse checking in on you.

As to the surgery itself, I don’t remember anything about it. Thank goodness. I was scheduled for 4 hours, but it took closer to 6. The vessel (the one that was held together by the coiling) was pretty fragile, so it’s a good thing that I had it fixed with the clipping. I don’t think there were any unexpected events — just a tricky placement and a careful neurosurgeon.

I’ve posted before about the process for the surgery, and I’ll get to the recovery in the next posting.

 

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