Day 13 - D Day

6/18/12

     It was about 5 am when a nurse came in saying that she needed to shave all the hair off my body to prevent infection and that I needed to take a shower with the special septic soap again.  Little did I realize that that was going to be the last shower I was going to be able to take on my own for the next few months.  It was so early and I was so tired that I wished I had went to sleep at 8 instead of 11 or whatever because I knew I would need my strength.  But, I figured I was going to be asleep for awhile anyways so I tried to get over how exhausted I was.
     While I laid there naked as the nurse used an electric razor to shave the hair off me, I couldn't help think how awkward the situation was for both of us.  But as the little hair that I had on my body came off, I thought to myself, "at least I'm not one of those hairy old guys, full of chest and back hair".  Luckily I'm not naturally hairy but also I recently shaved most of it off since I am a bodybuilder.
     Quickly after I was showered, they wheeled me down to a waiting room where many other people were waiting to have surgeries done too.  Shortly after I was greeted by both of my parents and we just waited until it was my turn to be rolled into the operating room.  My parents tried to comfort me the best they could by saying things like, "you'll be in and out of here in no time", "don't worry every thing's going to be fine" etc.  But I knew what had to be done so I just went with it and decided not to worry.  Finally, when they said they were ready for me to go into the surgery room, they asked if I had any further questions for the surgeon and I replied, "yea can I can please talk to him".  I just thought I wanted to hear from him again, the odds of something going wrong.  They said, "he's not here right now but you can talk to him on the phone".  So I agreed.  As I was passed the phone I pretty much just said,"hi Dr..... and what are the chances of me dying" And he said, "there's a one percent chance of you bleeding to death and a one percent for infection".  After that, I thought to myself, "well at least the odds seem pretty good" and said, "ok well see you soon" and hung up.
     When they rolled me into the surgery room it was exactly how you would picture it on tv; there were a bunch of nurses and Drs. running around in turquoise scrubs with white masks and all different types of machines and it was just unreal how everything looked since I had never seen an operating room in person before.  They eventually rolled me over onto the operating table where it looked like a cross shape with two panels that flapped out for my arms to stay during the surgery.  The room was also freezing so they had to put more blankets on me and they said it was because that was how the surgeon liked it.
     Soon after, the anesthesiologist came over and introduced himself telling me he was going to give me some medication to help me relax.  And it definitely did, it felt like I had a few drinks in me without the dizziness and the lack of vision.  Shortly after he said," ok now I'm going to give you something to fall asleep" and as he did all I could help think was "try to stay awake", "try to stay awake".  I know that sounds weird but I like to try to fight the anesthesia every time I go under to see if it can be done.  I know it's physically impossible but its just something I enjoy doing, maybe just so I know I'm truly under or whatever.  A few seconds later I was out like a light, literally because looking back at it now, it was like going from not being tired to forgetting everything and being knocked out.