Appendicitis Part II

Okay I know you've been on the edge of your seat waiting for the next blog post on my appendicitis and there is no excuse for the delay except bad memories! Once the docs decided I had to have my appendix removed my husband had to take his car home, ride his bike to the doc in the box and take me in my car to the hospital. Along the way I made him buy some fashion mags about which the nurse said,"Aren't you worried about getting bad messages about your body?" Only in Santa Cruz , Berkeley South, would you get that message. We learned how smart she was later when they wheeled my bed into the operating room and while Rich took pictures, this same nurse somehow had my iv twisted around a cart and almost pulled it out of my arm until Rich yelled at her. A harbinger of things to come? In the operating room the anesthesiologist put me out--only I woke up! It was the most bizarre experience in my life. It felt like the doctor and anesthesiologist were sticking spoons down my throat and I could hear them talking. All I could think of was that I had to say something but I was paralyzed. I thought if I try hard enough I can move something. My monitor must have shown something because thank goodness the anesthesiologist upped my meds and I went back to sleep. Afterwards the doc said the anesthesiologist would tell me they had a hard time incubating me. I said "I know, I woke up." "You were awake!" he said. "Yes I heard you talking and felt the intubation." It freaks me out still and I have to make sure they knock me out enough if I ever need another operation. But what really bugs me is the anesthesiologist didn't apologize or even acknowledge that I woke up-he just said "Tell future doctors you have a very hard throat to intubate."