Still trying to post daily but I hit a stumbling block. Been a little down the past couple of days or so. Fortunately, I received inspiration from a comment left today on this blog. Words are powerful. It DOES help to know you aren’t alone.
On with the post…
During a previous visit (about 12 days ago), my doctor told me that my June 7th surgery to remove one or two of my fibroids required general anesthesia. Yep, I admit that I freaked out a bit after that news. Really thought it could be done locally. Noted the name of the procedure and decided I would eventually conduct an Internet search. Started to come to terms with the whole “being knocked out” thing and then, my June 1st pre-op appointment rolled around. In my constant quest for knowledge, I did that Internet search and visited the site RIGHT before the doctor’s appointment. Wanted to do so in case I had any questions.
Just a little note here about searching. My upcoming surgery involves D&C and hysteroscopic myomectomy. I did get information by just searching those terms but I got my best lead by hearing my doctor say he needed to schedule a Versapoint procedure.
Searched for “versapoint surgery” and BINGO, I found the exact site I needed. Versapoint is the name of the equipment so the site explains the features and benefits of the surgical tools. There’s also a labeling page that lists when the equipment should be used (indications), when it shouldn’t (contraindications), adverse events, and warnings/precautions. The site is filled with pictures. Since I love gadgets and gizmos, everything was cool.
Talked to my doctor. Did the “objective reporter” thing and asked the questions I had written. Jotted down the answers. Everything was still cool.
Eventually realized that I’M THE ONE HAVING THIS PROCEDURE. All of those really neat surgical tools are going into ME. As much as I would like to be Spock (all logical and rational), this was still happening to ME. I actually started crying. Not “boo-hoo” crying just silent tears that my brain could not control. I pulled it together but still felt out of it for a couple of days.
Now, you understand why that blog comment I mentioned earlier was so important. Words are powerful indeed.