So I'll try to start from the beginning of my surgery experience and tell you what I remember.
Jeff and I arrived at the hospital at 5:45am, my surgery scheduled for 7:30am. I hadn't slept too much the night before since I was so nervous. We checked in and I had to spell my name probably 40 times to everyone I talked to. After registering we went up to 'Day Surgery,' now it was getting real. I had to change into the ass-less gown and was issued these prison socks. (They were tan and tube shaped, a one size fits all deal.) The first nurse that brought me into the room left, Jeff and I waited. Heidi, you're right. we waited... and waited....
Next same in a different nurse and she started hooking up electrodes to my feet (oh, and I had to wear compression stockings, which are actually fairly comfortable) and my hands. I asked if I needed anyone my head and she said (in not so many words) that they'll put some in when I'm sleeping. She wrote on my head too, I think. While she was working away, a different nurse came in, then a different one. We were visited by Dr. Heffez's PA, I think his name was Nick. He may have been barely over 20 years old. It was very Doogie Howser.
Nick explained a little of what I was to expect after I woke up. That was when I learned I would be laying flat on my back for at least 36-48 hours. UGH. I had no idea about that fact, as well as a number of other things I went through during my hospital stay.
The anesthesiologist came to see me, I sure liked that guy. Dr. Chase was his name, and he was not what my nurse friend Heidi predicted. (Heidi, that was like the -only- thing you didn't predict!) Dr. Chase was young, he has two kids, one a girl of 3 years old. He was so super nice, talked to me, and asked if I had any questions. He was very receptive when I told him I was concerned about having the tube thing down my throat because of my fragile mouth and gums. He was so super nice, and I told him that. I think he liked me, I was a super charming patient.
I saw my parents and my brother for a quick minute, said goodbye to them. Dr. Chase already put in an IV tube, and told me he was going to inject something that would make me feel like I had had a couple margaritas. As soon as he did that, I said goodbye to Jeff and I remember says, 'it's working.' That's the last I remember.