• Another 100 Days of Good Karma: Day 188 (Pre-Op Testing: Round 1)

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    Thursday, January 15, 2015

    Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today:  3.00 miles;  Running Total: 133.67 miles)

    Day 188 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.

    Wow. What a day.

    Traffic was a damn mess. I left the house at 6:30 and didn’t get to the medical center until 7:45. In my time at home I have been spoiled completely rotten.  How did I ever manage that commute for so long??

    I went in for the PET scan. After being injected with a radioactive sugar solution I sat in a recliner and listened to Frank Sinatra for an hour. This gave the radioactive sugar solution time to work its way through my body.

    I was escorted back for the scan. These kinds of rooms are always freezing. I needed two blankets. I love those warmed hospital blankets. Whoever came up with that, bless you.

    After the PET scan grabbed a cup of coffee and hiked all the way across the hospital. This is a literal hike – the hospital is huge. It stretches across both sides of the street and goes down for two blocks on the side I had to get to.)

    I got to the anesthesia assessment appointment early but the front desk staff managed to work me in.

    The anesthesiologist asked me a bunch of questions that might affect the anesthetic on surgery day. If I had any reactions to anesthesia in the past, medications I’m taking, any breathing or other medical problems, etc.

    He gave me the green light to take a Xanax both the night before surgery and the morning of.

    “If you need it,” he said.

    Oh. . . God, after you bless the blanket-warmer person, bless my anesthesiologist, too.

    The anesthesiologist ordered an EKG to make sure that my heart is in working order for surgery. Once the EKG was over, I headed back across the hospital (back to where I started) to an appointment with the plastic surgeon.

    I spoke with the surgeon’s Physician’s Assistant and signed consent forms. Then I spoke with plastic surgeon.

    He gave me the okay to work out up until the day before surgery. He said the better shape I’m in going into surgery, the better off I’ll be.

    I asked when I’d be allowed to work out again afterwards.

    He said my upper body will need six weeks of healing. Lower body and cardio can happen faster than that, depending on how I’m feeling. I was glad to hear it. Six weeks of being sedentary sounds like hell with a side order of psychosis.

    My plastic surgeon took ‘before’ pictures for comparison after surgery is over. A nurse was present, of course, just to make sure everything was on the up and up. Still, it was more than a little awkward to stand there topless while a man I barely know snapped pictures of my boobs.

    The pictures didn’t include my face, just neck down. Good thing because I was grinning like an idiot for all of them.

    Probably not the best way to handle an already awkward situation, but I couldn’t help it. It was all I could do not to bust out laughing. What can I say. . . I’m not what you would call ‘graceful’ in awkward situations.

    Today’s silver lining: One day of testing down.

    And I got home in time to squeeze in three miles!

    What’s your silver lining today?  I love comments!

    Don’t want to leave a comment, but have something you want to share?  Send me an email at gettingthewordswrong(at)gmail(dot)com.

    xoxo,
    Meghan

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  1. marriannad says:

    Your enduring spirit is very motivational. Yes, thank God for the heated hospital blankets AND thank God for the marvels of modern medicine – Xanex! You are doing great.

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