After almost 4 years I am going to enter an operating room again.
Last time was https://lukkasbru.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/ssb/
This is the first time in a different country. Protocols are different.
We are at the hospital at 7:30 AM.
After a while, a nurse comes and simply asks “Luca?”
It’s me. It’s my turn.
She brings me in a changing room, where white trousers, shirt and socks are ready for me.
There’s something more…and she asks: “Did you shave?”
My mind goes through all the papers they sent me before the surgery, but it was not mentioned.
“No problem, just take this razor and shave from here (thigh) to here (half calf), all around”
“Sure” (big smile)
There is always a first time, and this is my first time in leg shaving. Pretty nice experience. Just pretty… Just an experience…
Once ready, I leave my clothes in a locker and wait for the surgery in a room with some magazines. I take the opportunity to improve my Danish.
“Rom blev ikke bygget på en dag” is the learning of the day.
The doctor comes and we have a quick chat. Then he says “We agree here that it is the RIGHT knee”
And he marks my right knee with a cross.
He leaves. It’s good to have such an agreement before entering the operating room 🙂
I continue reading.
There is no escape. I need to go now. I go.
As usual, operating room is icy cold.
The bed is there, waiting for me.
Three, four, maybe five doctors were dressing up.
They give me a blanket.
One of them, calmly, tells me that he is going to put a needle in my hand. He almost asks for my permission to do it. Not happily, I consent.
He starts injecting a first medicine, that would have made me dizzy. I don’t feel anything. At the same time another doctor applies the oxygen mask and another one raises my leg.
Now I feel dizzy.
Then the “actual” anesthesia comes.
I feel very dizzy. It’s difficult to breath in the mask. I try to calm down and before I really succeed, lights fade down and I quickly fall into the dreamland.
After a time impossible to measure, I wake up in another room.
My Mom and Susy arrive immediately.
Nurse asks me if I want breakfast: yes, I am hungry. A Danish breakfast is on my table very soon.
As soon as anesthesia effects fade away, I dress up and wait for the doctor. He comes and explains how the surgery went, detailing the recovery process.
Ready to go back.
11:00 AM we are back home.
My knee has the bandage and I don’t feel any pain.
I can walk probably better than the day before… but I know that it won’t be the same tomorrow.
The pack of pain killers that the nurse has put in the bag for me is a clear sign…