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I was completely awake for my prep and was not offered a tranquilizer. I think I would have accepted it if offered.
Leading up to surgery I hardly worried about it at all and was actually eager to get to the other side and start recovery. But, there is something sobering about that morning of surgery when it is about to happen. I would not go so far as to call it anxiety for me, just that things get real- it is about to really finally happen.
Once I was in the prep room, there was not much down time. They give you a prep kit, which I was to use on myself- iodine swabs in the nostils and so forth- I recall bumping my cheek on accident with the iodine swab and thinking, "Oh great, now in my recovery room photos I'll have a big dark stain on my face" But, a tissue with some water must have done the job, because there was no such stain.
A few checks of vitals and such and the next thing I know, a nurse comes and tells me: "it's time." Gulp. This is really happening. I will never forget the feeling of being wheeled to the operating theater. You can feel the temperature dropping the closer you get. I asked the nurse if it was my imagination or did it suddenly get cooler- not my imagination, they keep it cool in the theater and the closer we got, the cooler the temperature.
We finally enter the theater. I would be lying if I did not admit that my pulse was a little higher than my normal heart rate at this point. The surgeon and his co-surgeon were not there yet, but his team was busy at work getting me and the room ready- IVs into me and, yes, the dreaded little tray with the scary looking instruments. I tried calm my slight nervousness with some humor and announced: "If anyone is not feeling like they are on their 'A game' and feeling off- you know, spent the weekend in Vegas getting smashed or something, now is the time to speak up. Raise you hand please and you will be dismissed."
They seemed to like the humor. Anyway, I'll keep my day job.
Then, before you know it, comes the mask with the happy gas. The next memory was waking up in recovery feeling great. Really, I felt great the moment I woke up. Well, that is because the anesthesia was still numbing my body, but for a couple of hours it was pretty cool being awake and having zero pain. It was like, "Hey that was easy." Then, sometime later that evening, it was like "Nurse, is it time for my pain pills yet?" lol. The anesthesia does wear off.