The Surgery
I went in to surgery on Feburary 15, 2012. Although I didn't want to do it, I knew that the issues with my spleen would only get worse. So I showed up, checked in, got into the hospital garb and got poked to death with needles. My husband and I shot the breeze while waiting for me to be wheeled into surgery. Finally it was time. I was taken down to the surgical floor and the first thing I noticed was it was freezing! I started to panic because I truly did not want to go through another surgery. It wasn't until they transferred to to the surgical table and strapped my legs down that I wanted to bolt. I think the surgical team must have realized how freaked out I was ( I really think my tears gave me away) and they sedated me. Next thing I know I'm waking up in recovery. I have no idea what they were giving me while I was in recovery, but I felt no pain. It wasn't until I was wheeled to my room that I realized just how much I was hurting.