Okay, so I’m typing with one hand, my right hand has had her operation and she is now resting and taking it easy. The operation went well, the worst bit was the waiting around but the hospital staff were all lovely and the procedure didn’t take long. I was pretty excited to be in the operating theatre, so clean so neat and tidy.
As I layed on the bed before I knew it the surgeon came at me with her needle saying that this is going to sting a little….I wasn’t scared, needles don’t scare me, but this one….OMG as she held my arm down I could feel this liquid fill my hand , it felt like she was pouring boiling water inside me. That was the worst part of it all. My hand felt like it was blowing up like a balloon….a very strange sensation.
So as we wait for my hand to go completely numb I’m watching the assistant nurse pull out a list. She is reading out loud to the male assistant all the implements to get ready, my eyes are popping out of my head, not because I was scared but more like….how exciting…..all I kept thinking was the medical room that I take my visitors into, I had all these wicked thoughts going through my head…….you can imagine.
They cover my arm and drape the cloth almost over my head so I cant see what’s going on. There is this cute young nurse by my side trying to have a conversation with me, they probably do that so it distracts you from what’s really going on…. Though I’m paying no attention to her and I pop my head up to see what’s going on. She asks me if I would like to see and of course I said, Yes please….
She starts to have a conversation again and tells me how brave I am and how happy I look. I’m thinking, If only you knew. I started to tell her how one day I had to have a tooth pulled out and it was really difficult for me to sit and relax. The dentist had given me enough injections and was saying that he couldn’t possibly give me any more, I kept telling him that I can still feel what’s going on, My body was stiff, I was so nervous and shaking all over. In the end he said that he couldn’t possibly take out the tooth until I calmed down. I asked him if he had a mirror, and of course they did. It was a hand held mirror. I told him that I would like to watch him pull the tooth out, He looked over at his assistant and they thought I was joking, I wasn’t.
So I layed back, I was calm, I held the mirror up high trying not to knock him or the assistant in the head.
Yes I know I know….but watching him pull my tooth out had completely settled me down. At the time I never really thought much about it until I started to tell people, and of course people thought I was crazy….Well I never said I wasn’t. I don’t think being crazy has anything to do with it. The more I thought about it the more I realised that for me it was more about the unknown, having these visions in my head about a tooth being pulled out and by actually watching the tooth come out it didn’t seem so bad or scary.
So, back to my hand…Yes I watched it all even while she was stitching me up.
Stitches come out next week and then hopefully hand will be back to normal, though no hand spanking for awhile…