The following entry includes a frank explanations of some of my cancer recovery experiences. If you are at all squeamish about pain, bodily fluids, or possibly even blood, you should probably give this and related entries a pass.
Last thing before bed, as ordered, I took a shower with Dawn, then dried off and went to bed.
Although I went to bed as early as I could manage, I didn't get much sleep. I couldn't get my mind to turn off.
I woke before 6:00 a.m., which had been my planned rising time. And in an attempt to wake up slowly, I went ahead and watched an episode of SAO.
After the Dawn shower, my skin was so dry that it flaked off and stuck to static on my pants, as I was getting dressed. Sadly, too late to do anything about that though.
I didn't expect my transportation until 7:30 a.m. So about 6:30, I went ahead and called Where's My Ride, just to double check. And that's when the chaos really started.
When I called, they told me my trip has been CANCELLED! So I spent the next hour anxiously trying to get my ride started again, while trying to get the rest of my crap put together for the trip.
My ride was officially on time. But then he said he had 3 more people to pick up, before he could take me to the hospital. And to make things even more fun, after we pulled off, I kept getting texts and calls from Lyft. Apparently, at least 2 drivers showed up at my house, both of whom I had to apologize profusely to for the mix-up. Thankfully, one of them was able to get the extra trip canceled. None the less, I still got about 10 text.
Anyway, I wound up about half an hour late. Not to mention how stressed out I was.
Thankfully the hospital admitted me anyway. The staff said the computers had been acting up and burning time for them as well. So basically, it was just as well that I was late. Even so, it took an hour or two to get my blood pressure back down to something vaguely reasonable, after the morning I had.
Once I was admitted, they put me in a pre-op room, to get ready; changing clothes, signing things and etcetera.
Then a nurse put some "numbing lotion" around the outer edge of each of my areolas and covered it with clear "tape".
Shortly thereafter I got wheels down to a diagnostic room (the name of which I can't remember) to get "contrast" injected INTO MY AREOLAS! Four shots in each side. Each shot excruciatingly painful. There was screaming!
Shortly thereafter I got wheels down to a diagnostic room (the name of which I can't remember) to get "contrast" injected INTO MY AREOLAS! Four shots in each side. Each shot excruciatingly painful. There was screaming!
Then I was taken back over to the Breast Center, to have WIRES inserted through my breast, to better delineate the tumors. The worst part was the numbing agent they injected in me. But even that was less painful than the previous procedure. I did have to tell them that they would have to be sure to remove all parts of the stainless steel wires, because of my metal allergies.
After that, it was straight on to surgery. Then there was a guy, telling me he was giving me something [in my IV] "to help me relax".
The next thing I knew, I was extremely groggy and waking up.
The next thing I knew, I was extremely groggy and waking up.
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