The clock alarm went off at the time it was set, 3:45 a.m. I sleepily reached over and turned it off. My mind immediately went to the surgery that was scheduled for me for today several weeks ago. My clothes were packed with whatever personal items that was needed. I laid my clothes out that I intended to wear to the hospital the night before. I slowly rose to my feet and went into the bathroom to freshen up before heading to the hospital. Even though, I was trying to keep my mind off the impending surgery, it kept creeping into my thoughts. The phone rang. The caller ID indicating it was my sister making sure I got up on time. I reassured her that I was up and brushing my teeth. We joked around on the phone for a minute or two and I told her that someone was calling in on the other line. We said our goodbyes and I switched over to hear my mom’s voice greeting me like she does every morning, “Morning, dear!” For some reason, this morning her greeting meant something special. “Morning, mom, what’s up?” “Just calling to see if you were up. Did you pack all the things you need?” “Yes, I packed it all last night. Are you coming to the hospital later?” I asked. “As soon as I get your father up and out to work. Don’t worry, I’ll be there.” she replied in that motherly voice that makes you feel warm and dripping with love. The two of you continue your conversation for a little while longer only for you to tell her you have to go so you can continue to get yourself together and get on your way.
Walking out the door to the car, the surgery is the only thing on your mind. Driving down the highway to the hospital, you think of only one thing, your surgery. The doctors explained that this is a routine procedure and there is nothing to worry about. Right, routine, for who? It’s not everyday you have this type of surgery, or any kind for that matter! Even though you have every confidence in your surgeon, you do still worry. You get checked in and they escort you to the Surgery Department and now your nerves are really on edge. While sitting in the Waiting Room, you pull out your ipod and plug in. Maybe music can take your mind off of it and calm you down.
Sitting there totally oblivious of the sounds of the hospital, the announcements, people talking, doors opening and shutting, the elevators, for those few minutes your mind is relaxed and soaking in the music that’s coming out of the earphones. For those few minutes, the music takes you away, to a place only in your dreams. With your eyes closed, you see music notes float around the room and bouncing off of the walls, floor, people. As the music is nearing its creciendo, someone touches you on the shoulder and tells you that its your turn to go into surgery. You enter the Pre-op area and prepare for surgery by undressing, putting on hospital gown and waiting for anesthesiologist to come in and do what he does to prep you. After a few hours, you slowly drift into a relax state and finally sleep.
Hours later you wake in the Recovery Room to hear nurses and doctors talking about other patients and you. You drift off again. When you wake again, its a couple of hours later and you are in your room and there is family sitting and waiting for you to open your eyes. All you can think about is when can you go home. After the doctor has come in and informed your family how you are and how the surgery went, he lets everyone know when he is expecting to let you go home.
A total of 5 days have passed and the doctor and nurses are preparing to release you. All the appropriate paperwork has been done and the prescriptions are written. You are sent home to finish recouping from the major surgery. Weeks pass and you are nearly fully recovered. Life is good!