Surgery Day

To say I am a planner, is a bit of an understatement.  As a teacher, I plan every second of every part of my day.  I factor in all the what ifs and any possible blip that might take my lesson "off course."  When March 18th arrived, I had carefully calculated all of my moves and even the moves of my friends and family in order to adequately provide for my family.  It was a bit surreal when everything started happening and I was a bit emotional.  

I slept fairly well the night before and since we didn't have to be to Chicago until 11:30 or so, we had time to see both kiddos off to school, I swung by school to drop off one last bit of paperwork, and Tony even voted in the primaries.  We made it to the University of Chicago Medical Center with ease and were PLENTY early.  I had figured this would be the case (I am the planner afterall).  We parked and found our way while I carried my crutches in.  Instead of going directly to the waiting room, we attempted to relax in the nearby cafeteria and caught up on social medial  

Here I am pretending to be cool and collected while  Tony had something to eat.  Surprisingly, fasting since midnight didn't seem to be too difficult.  

I knew I wanted to check in around 11:30 as suggested, so we made our way to 2c Ambulatory Surgery.  I anticipated being called back around noon, but it seemed as if Dr. Ho was running behind schedule.  Every other person in the waiting room was called before me and finally around 1pm, they called me back to pre-op.

Immediately after entering the pre-op area, the nurse instructed me to pee in a cup.  I found this a bit ironic since I had been fasting and without liquids for over 13 hours at this point.  I thought to myself, there is no way I'll be able to make this happen, but sure enough, I produced.  I tried to make small talk with the nurse as she asked me a bunch of questions and took my vitals.  "Your blood pressure is a litlte high," she remarked.  I reminded, "I am about to have hip surgery.  I think that is to be expected!"  

Dr. Ho stopped by and initialed my right hip and asked if I had any questions, I didn't.  He told me it would still be at least an hour or so.  By about 1:45 they allowed Tony to join me and then the waiting game continued.  The anesthesiologist made her way in and went over everything.  Apparently I neglected to think through the breathing tube that would be placed in me during surgery and that new information started to worry me, but there was no turning back.  She also mentioned that the surgery could take between 2 and 5 hours...that was another surprise.  

We were waiting for Dr. Ho's fellow to go over paperwork for me to sign and finally around 3pm he arrived and was greeted by my, "Hallelujah!"  I thought it was funny, apparently he didn't.  I asked him how long he thought the procedure would be and he assured me it would be closer to 2 hours.

Pre-Op

Finally around 3:30, it was go time. They gave me a little bit of a sedative and said I could pretend it was a nice glass of wine. I recall being wheeled in and transferred to the operating table. There were about 5 people in there and they began prepping me. Before I knew it, I was out and in the recovery room. The surgery was complete by about 5:30 and Tony was back with me by around 6pm. I must be quick to come out because they said typically patients take closer to an hour. I was happy because I knew the delay would make it harder for us to return to Champaign the same night like we had wanted to. I wasn't in too much pain and I even was able to talk to Dr. Ho. He assured me everything went well and informed me that he was able to release the psoas and trim the bone, but was unable to repair the tear because it would have caused more damage.

I continued recovering well and the nurses were okay with us traveling back to Champaign.  They gave Tony the post-operative care guidelines and showed him how to use the ice machine.  I decided I had better try to go to the bathroom before leaving because doing it at the hospital would be  way better than doing it at a gas station.  I didn't really have to go, but was worried I would regret it a couple hours later.  In classic Jill form, the bathroom trip may have involved a fainting episode on the toilet accompanied by two nurses rushing to my assistance.  Other than that, we made it back home safe and sound by around 10:30.

Tony treated me to some Cheez-its, a Wendy's Frosty, and some french fries.  For the first time in my life, I didn't finish my fries.