We woke up at 5:30am on Friday and left a little before 6:30am. The arrival time was at 9:00am but my sister said the traffic would be bad enough that we'd need to leave early. Plus, we weren't exactly sure where the hospital was.
Turns out, it wasn't that hard to get there, thanks to the map the nurse gave us during our last visit as well as the GPS mounted to my Mom's windshield. Traffic also wasn't as bad as my sister had anticipated. We ended up arriving at the hospital at 7:30am.
Mom and I were taken into a room where a tall black lady in brightly colored clothing took my insurance card and co-payment. Then, we were sent to surgery check-in, where we waited over two hours. I read and people watched and chatted with Shannon and my mom until they finally called me back to get prepped for surgery. This was around 10:30am.
I was led into a long hallway separated into rooms closed off by sliding curtains. A bed stood off to the right side next to a large computer. Past the bed was a bathroom and a hand washing station. A sat on the bed as a slew of people came in and took my blood pressure, explained the steps of my surgery, and asked me a ton of questions. Then, I was given my purple hospital gown, footies, and a hairnet to wear. I went into the bathroom and changed, making sure I tied up that gown as best I could so I wouldn't catch a cold front across my crack. It was cold in there.
If you'll recall, the last time I went to the hospital to go through more pre-op paperwork, I was placed in a room with a left-handed gentleman who attempted to put my information into the computer. I noticed he had trouble highlighting and deleting the text on screen. I half-joked that he'd accidentally put in that I had some sort of disease. Well, one of the nurses was going through my information on the large computer next to the bed when I noticed her raise her eyebrow.
"Mr. Jackson, do you have a pacemaker?" she asked.
"Ha, well it says right here you do."
It must have been the dude with the poor hand-mouse coordination. I was kind of kidding about him putting something crazy in like that but turns out, he actually did! And as much as it seems exhausting having fifteen different people asking you the same fifty questions, I suppose that's why they do. Always cross-checking each other. That's a good thing.
When that was done, I was instructed to lay back on the bed and rest until it was time for surgery. Mom came in and waited with me. We watched "Axe Men" on The History Channel until about 11:30, when a resident physician came in and marked my throat. Then the nurse came in and asked me questions. Then one anesthesiologist came in and asked me questions. There was supposed to be another anesthesiologist to come in and talk to me but he must have missed me so they had to wait around until he came in and asked me the same questions the others asked me. By this time, it was 12:00pm.
|I asked them to remove some of the fat from my chin while they already had me cut open but they refused.|