Is it bad that I enjoyed my minor surgical procedure yesterday? But seriously, a getaway from the kids, drugs and hanging with my best friend/safe ride....it all equals a good time.
That's right, another Wednesday, another escape of the stay at home moms. This time, I had directions to our final destination. And sadly unlike our last adventure, this time we weren't meeting any cool national political mentors. No, this time we were going to a surgery center so I could have my stomach and esophagus scoped. Yup, an investigative digestion surgery. Whomp, whomp. Nothing glamorous like the upper eye lift I so desperately want.
Even though it was minor and outpatient, I was a bit nervous. Nervous that my kids were fighting too much for the sitter, worried they would miss the bus and throw the whole plan off, etc. Maybe that was why were talking so loudly in the waiting room and I was laughing so much. Nah, it is more likely that we are just loud and very amused with ourselves most of the time.
They ushered me back to the surgery area where I was a little unnerved. It looked like a garage and all the patients were lined up to get their oil changed. We were all just laying there waiting to be wheeled away, just staring at each other. Even though it creeped me out a little, nothing could take the fun out of this day (except of course a complication during the procedure which for a worrier like me seems very real, but I just pushed it way in the back of my mind). Once I was suited up with my nice blue hat, my pal Steph came back to keep me company.
"This is the first time in 10 years that I have been hooked up to an iv and not taken a baby home after," I laughingly shared. "I am so glad I am not taking a baby home today!" We laughed and thought we were hilarious, again.
We also laughed about how this scene is totally our future, keeping each other company at various medical procedures.
The whole procedure didn't take very long and soon I was back in recovery chatting with Stephanie. I was pretty out of it and worried that I would be that way most of the day. I am that person that takes a few days to recover from the occasional Tylenol PM, so anesthesia hangover was worrisome.
We decided it would be a good idea to go out to lunch, especially since I hadn't eaten in forever in preparation for the scope. So, we went to lunch where again we were talking too loudly and laughing at everything.
"We are so much fun," Stephanie informed our waiter. "People don't know how much fun we are."
"It should be out there," our waiter replied laughing along with us. Maybe he went back and told his waiter buddies that those two old ladies in his section "are nuts and one of them seems totally whacked out on drugs." Or just maybe he spread the word about how much fun we are.
After Stephanie dropped me off and my babysitter left, I slept for a few hours while baby Wade napped. And then we had a nice peaceful evening while the other children asked if I needed help and showered me with love and care. Whatever, that's not exactly how it went at all. Peyton did ask about it when he got off the bus. "Thanks for asking how it went," I told him appreciatively. "How'd what went?" the ever observant Lucy asked.
Escaping my house is a wonderful, freeing thing. Even when I am being poked and prodded by doctors. But coming home is good too.
Although to be completely honest, I did ask (beg) if I could stay overnight at the surgery center.
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| Another Thelma and Louise type pic. |
Even though it was minor and outpatient, I was a bit nervous. Nervous that my kids were fighting too much for the sitter, worried they would miss the bus and throw the whole plan off, etc. Maybe that was why were talking so loudly in the waiting room and I was laughing so much. Nah, it is more likely that we are just loud and very amused with ourselves most of the time.
They ushered me back to the surgery area where I was a little unnerved. It looked like a garage and all the patients were lined up to get their oil changed. We were all just laying there waiting to be wheeled away, just staring at each other. Even though it creeped me out a little, nothing could take the fun out of this day (except of course a complication during the procedure which for a worrier like me seems very real, but I just pushed it way in the back of my mind). Once I was suited up with my nice blue hat, my pal Steph came back to keep me company.
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| I look like I am already on something, but nope, just life-tired. |
We also laughed about how this scene is totally our future, keeping each other company at various medical procedures.
The whole procedure didn't take very long and soon I was back in recovery chatting with Stephanie. I was pretty out of it and worried that I would be that way most of the day. I am that person that takes a few days to recover from the occasional Tylenol PM, so anesthesia hangover was worrisome.
We decided it would be a good idea to go out to lunch, especially since I hadn't eaten in forever in preparation for the scope. So, we went to lunch where again we were talking too loudly and laughing at everything.
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| We decided dessert was of utmost importance after lunch and chocolate mousse was necessary to help soothe my sore throat. |
"It should be out there," our waiter replied laughing along with us. Maybe he went back and told his waiter buddies that those two old ladies in his section "are nuts and one of them seems totally whacked out on drugs." Or just maybe he spread the word about how much fun we are.
After Stephanie dropped me off and my babysitter left, I slept for a few hours while baby Wade napped. And then we had a nice peaceful evening while the other children asked if I needed help and showered me with love and care. Whatever, that's not exactly how it went at all. Peyton did ask about it when he got off the bus. "Thanks for asking how it went," I told him appreciatively. "How'd what went?" the ever observant Lucy asked.
Escaping my house is a wonderful, freeing thing. Even when I am being poked and prodded by doctors. But coming home is good too.
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| A little extra TLC from JT. |
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