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Just Call me “Party Girl!”

Warning:  This post may contain a few TMIs! 

Greetings all!  My surgery (D&C with Novasure procedure) yesterday went very well and I’m spending the day resting in my comfy fleece pajamas.  I’m just slightly sore, with only the need for some Tylenol every 4-6 hours. While I feel a little down that I’m banished from the gym for one week and the pool for three weeks, I must admit that I’m thoroughly enjoying having my wonderful husband here with me today, treating me like a princess, as I rest.

Before my surgery, I was warned that I could experience some unusual effects from the anesthesia, like waking up agitated or crying.  Though I remember very little of yesterday, apparently, my reaction to the anesthesia was the exact opposite as confirmed by these texts that I sent to friends and family:

“Woo Hoo!  I’m all done!  It was fun!  Wooooooooooooo!”

“My vagina good with stars!!  Wooooo!”

“It went great and I high!”  Wooooooo!

” Ima all done!  I did great!  I can’t use heavy machinery, but I’m going to Cracker Barrel for pancakes!  Wooooooo!  Hooooo!”

“I’m high as a kite!  I can’t use heavy machete (sic)  right now, but everything is good!”

While waiting for me in the recovery room, my husband could hear me being wheeled down the hall, as I high-fived the staff and yelled “Woo Hoo!” to the top of my lungs.  Before I was brought in, a laughing nurse approached my husband and said “We’re bringing ‘party girl’ back to you!”

I then proceeded to laugh throughout the nurse’s usual post-op warnings to not sign legal documents for 24 hours, drive, or operate heavy machinery.  My husband told me I went through a litany of different tools, asking if I could use them:  “Can I learn to drive a Bobcat?  What about a forklift?  Can I at least use my Dremel to sand glass?”  I also managed to drop the “f” bomb while describing how great the cocktail of drugs was that the anesthetist had given me.

After post-op instructions, the surgeon (who happens to be a good friend of my daughter) came in to check on me.  I reminded her that we’d all just “had a party at my vagina.” We high-fived and she and the staff hung around for a bit being silly.  Once I drank some water and ate a few saltines, and was acting less like I had just been the star attraction at a  frat party, I was allowed to leave.  Of course, there were hugs all around from the staff, and my nurse told me that I’d made her day.

As promised, my husband took me to Cracker Barrel for pancakes and bacon after my long pre-surgical fast.  By this time, I was only slightly drowsy and fully able to behave myself in public.

Have you ever had surgery?  Did you behave yourself post-op, or did you turn into party girl/boy, like me?



19 thoughts on “Just Call me “Party Girl!””

  1. It hasn’t been 24 hours yet, so just to be on the safe side I’m locking up all the machetes AND heavy machinery. Actually there was no sweeter sound than you signaling the end of surgery. And you made everyone’s day there!

    1. My daughters were quite sad that it wasn’t recorded. I’ve been very drowsy today and have drifted in and out of sleep quite frequently. Still, the thought of machete wielding has crossed my mind a few times! 🙂

  2. Hilarious! It says something about your spirit if the results of your recovery were so happy as opposed to the irritated and crying they mentioned! Woooooohoooooooo! Glad everything went well, heal fast.

    1. That sounds like a great way to have a baby! My procedure was easy as could be and I feel fine today. I’m still banished from the gym, but I’ve already cleaned my house this morning and am getting ready to head to the grocery store. My stepson is coming home this evening! 🙂 Yay!

  3. lol. good to hear you are doing well. right after I had an endoscopy I woke up telling the nurse that we had to hurry and buy a lotto ticket with very specific numbers. I was sure we were going to win. Got to love that good, zany aftereffect

  4. Oh my goodness! This is fantastic. I remember when I had my wisdom teeth out, and they were making me walk off the anesthesia, I was stumbling around the room and said, “This is better than pot!” I’m pretty sure my grandpa was there, but he has never mentioned this to me. Haha!

  5. Haha so funny. I come around from surgery talking complete rubbish which some would argue is perfectly normal. Hope you’re recovered well and find getting back into routine goes well 😁

    1. LOL! Actually, it’s sometimes perfectly normal for me, too when I’m in a goofy mood. I’m doing well after the surgery. I’ve been to the gym several times and have been working out at home. I’m not allowed to swim for another week and a half–I really miss that!

  6. I laughed out loud most of the way through this post. Too funny! A brilliant retelling – very entertaining! I have no idea what I said post-op after my open-myomectomy. I only remember hallucinating after taking Endone, thinking the room was spinning, when actually the nurses said I looked like I was asleep. Weird!

    1. Thank you! I went this past week for my follow up appointment with my gynecologist, and she told me that she wanted to get a few drinks in me just to see how wild I’d get.
      I think everyone reacts differently on surgical drugs–it’s a good thing surgeries don’t happen too often! 🙂

      1. Yes, I second that – having lots of surgeries wouldn’t be grand. That said, some unlucky people have to go through it. Always saddens me to hear when people have numerous surgeries and they are just kids or teenagers etc. My dad’s surgeon had a favourite joke to make when he would go under for operations (he had a few). He would claim to have found the meaning of life and as he was just about to say it, Dad had nodded off 😉

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