Lump Eck Toe Me #3

Yesterday, I had my third minor surgery on my left breast. It was the exact same procedure that was done as seen in my post here last year. The reason for the surgery is the same as last time; the test results from a biopsy showed "abnormal" cells. In fact my surgeon said she would be okay if I opted to forego the surgery, but still recommended it as a super precautionary thing.

Danny and I decided we'd better go for it. We are at an "easy" time in our lives and have good health insurance and he has the flexibility to care for me (just like last year). Plus this gives me a legitimate reason to pop percocet.

I knew God was going to get me thru just fine when my surgeon showed up in a UNC surgical cap (GO TARHEELS!). Then she asked if I wanted snickers or a kit kat after surgery. I love that Dr.!

Since I knew I wouldn't be able to wash my hair until Sunday or Monday, I made sure to wash and fix it Thursday night. I had several nurses tell me how pretty my hair was when they prepped me yesterday. Then I felt embarassed wondering if they thought I did my hair for the surgery. Vanity is a curse. And if for some reason I didn't make through surgery, it was probably important I still looked good, ..... well dead.

Surgery is so weird especially when they start to anesthetize you. This is my memory of it all. Danny was in the pre-op room with me. We were saying good bye as they administered the "I don't care juice" in my IV. The nurse said to Danny, "It will hit her in about 30 seconds when we go around the corner." And it did. But I was fighting it trying to concentrate on the signs I was passing as they rolled me to the operating room. I was trying to focus on the lights in the ceiling and convincing myself, "I'm okay."

The operating room was cold and everyone seemed in a good mood. It felt like they threw my body from the bed to the operating table with ease. There was a Lionel Ritchie song on and my surgeon commented on it and I remember saying, "Hey, I have this on my iPod." To which she retorted,"We played it just for you." And that was the last thing I remembered.

I slept on and off yesterday and was fairly comfortable. Today, the pain is noticable but I'm not in any major pain this morning. I have been surviving on Tylenol because I ended up throwing up my dinner last night. Probably due to the anesthetisia, but it could be percocet related too.
BTW, percocet makes you constipated. And even as I type this, Danny handed me some prunes, a metamucil cracker and water. I feel so sexy.