Friday, June 11, 2010

Thoughts from the Operating Room

Wheeling a patient through double doors as their family cranes to get any last peek is bound to be emotional.  Levi waved bye, with some help, and Jason gave me our special hand signal that means “I love you with all my heart.”  I was wiping away tears while I still had use of my arms.  Soon they’d be strapped down and I’d have to ask the nurse to scratch my itchy nose, which she did, obligingly.

The angel/epidural man from nine weeks ago was my anesthesiologist which put my racing heart at greater ease.  Only twice had I ever been in an operating room.  Both still on my feet while taking a tour of hospitals in developing countries.  But yesterday from the flat of my back I had a new perspective and first impressions of the OR…some obviously under the influence. :)

or in haitiEverything looked so state-of-the-art. I confided to the staff how I wished the same technology for Haiti.  They all enthusiastically agree.  All the world was looking a little brighter by this point.

I thought how strange the background music sounded.  Blurring together it resembled trash can lids clanging.  “That means your medicine is working,” the nurse responded.

or lighting

I thought how beautiful the spotlights were.  So clean with all colors of brilliant light.  I was impressed and noted a set in my bathroom would be great for better makeup application.

I thought of meeting Jesus and breathed a prayer of thankfulness for forgiveness.  Peace came as I got excited about Heaven (should I have gone there yesterday).

I thought how much better it was to be on the ground in an operating room and not in the air on an airplane. 

As I fought to keep my eyes open, I knew sleep was overtaking me.  I covered my bases by apologizing in advance for anything that might come out of my mouth unknowingly, then looked straight into my nurse’s eyes and said, “I trust you.”  Maybe they get that a lot because she and the anesthesiologist responded simultaneously, “We’ll take good care of you.”  And for all I know, they did.

Surgery lasted about 45 minutes with the report that the gallbladder looked bad and needed to be out.  But my gallbladder, along with all talk of it, has come to an end.  And today I am recovering.  Thanks for joining me on this journey and for the prayers.  So glad to be on this side of surgery at home with family resting. 

 

 

3 comments:

Brittney Galloway said...

I'm so glad you are doing alright! Get some rest!

The Frisk Five said...

Good to hear from you. Keep us posted on how you are doing. You are in our prayers and we miss you.

Martin LaBar said...

It's always good to wake up after such things!

My wife has had hers removed, and is doing fine. She has to watch what she eats.