My surgery for fistula repair with labia majoral reduction was scheduled for 1030AM on October 3rd. I needed to arrive at 9AM. As is usual before surgery I woke up off and on for about an hour before I actually had to be up.
The day before we were almost late to my pre-op appointment due to traffic and we weren’t taking that chance again. We left 2 hours early and got there about 45 minutes before I needed to be there.
They took me back early, which was nice so I could start getting settled. All my nurses were the same as last time. Tanisha at the front desk, Lana, Kelly and Emily, my pre-op, surgical and post-op nurses. I can not tell you how much I love these ladies.
Dr. Safir came in and we went over surgery. I asked a few questions:
- No child catheter to reduce spasms. They’re harder to clean on adults and get blocked more easily.
- He didn’t think he’d need to do a graft, he just had it coded that way so all the tools were available.
- Wound care would be much easier; no need to stick gauze down in anywhere, just put it on top of the incisions with a little Neosporin.
Lana and I cut up and went over things until my parents could come back. Then we just waited for a bit. Dr. Safir had a case before me, so my surgery started about 10 minutes behind, but it was no big deal. I had the same anesthesiologist as last time and she gave me the same amazing cocktail of “I don’t give a f&^#.”
Next thing I know I’m waking up, and while I was in a little discomfort, it was nothing like waking up from first stage. The nurses all assured me about how great everything went and how good it all looked. Lana had to leave early, and Kelly and Emily took over taking care of me.
We got in the car and went back to the apartment. Just like before, I got in bed and napped for several hours in the afternoon. When I woke up, I had dinner and noticed how much more alert I was than the last time. I even was able to sit at the table on my donut pillow and eat with my folks.
We set up my pill schedule and went to bed. I slept pretty dang well, all things considered. I think I dreamed about having a cup of coffee the next morning. HA!