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Crappy Birthday To Me!Ok, so I had postponed my birthday until today so that I could celebrate by having my tubes tied ("coiled"). So, even though we got back from Yarn School at 1 a.m. this morning and to sleep at 2 a.m., Hubby and I hoisted our butts up at 6:30 a.m. to get to my appointment on time. Everything went really well until the actual procedure, which I don't remember. Here's what I do remember:
Me: (thinking) I'm so tired. I'll just rest my eyes while they set up.
[odd half-dreams about the nurses wearing hawaiian mumus and me stumbling over mossy logs along a forest path]
Me: I think I'm falling asleep before the anesthesia.
Ms. Anesthesiologist: I did put something in your drip to make you relax.
Me: This shit is AWESOME.
Next thing I know I'm waking up and I can't breathe. It's like asthma times 100. They've got an oxygen mask on me and people are rushing around saying things like "cc's" and "stat!" Can't breathe, can't breathe, and my mouth is completely bone dry. There's a tube down my throat. I am consciously moving my diaphragm to pull in air (or at least I think I am, I'm still completely groggy), but it's not enough. It felt like it took forever before I wasn't drowning anymore. A nurse helps me take two hits of albuterol (asthma inhaler). A few minutes later I am able to take another two hits on my own. La Otra Doctora comes over and tells me that she's really sorry, but I had a blockage in one of my fallopian tubes and they weren't able to insert the coils.
It took about an hour to get fully cognizant after the anesthesia. My saliva glands had left the building and I was sucking ice chips constantly to compensate. My throat was sore (still is, actually) from the breathing tube. I wasn't dizzy (good) and only very slightly nauseous for a few minutes (also good). I was able to get dressed with minimal help from Hubby, and walk down the hall and pee by myself. I was, however, freeeeeeeeezing. Apparently they gave me something special for my BP which brought it down to 90-ish/50ish (preop, it was 132/90, which for me isn't too bad) but it was making me cold. La Otra Doctora came back over and talked to us again, apologized again, but she didn't want to puncture my guts and send me into septic shock (which I can appreciate). Hubby drove me home and I set Prius-san's thermostat to 80. Then I crashed out until now.
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 4:40 PM 6 comment(s)
I'm so glad you're ok, although very sorry there is no fallopian coiling for you.
OMG, I am so sorry. What happens now?
I'm so sorry, Zabet. I hope they can give you some other options that will work for you. You're in my thoughts.
Oh, I'm so sorry. That sucks. :(
My nurse stepmom says that waking up with an asthma attack is pretty common for asthmatics who go under. I've been under twice before and it hadn't happened then, though. Must have just been the mix?
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