The time has finally come for my Achilles surgery. I was so anxious to get the surgery done that I didn’t think much about the pain or have time to be scared. I suppose one can worry about issues and risks associated with surgery. I don’t remember the last time I was under general anesthesia. Maybe when I was in college for a colonoscopy. I digress. I just wanted to hurry and get the surgery done and start the recovery and get back on my feet.
The day started at 4:30am. We already dropped off the kids last night at the in laws who agreed to help drop off the kiddos at their schools. Hindsight, it was good the surgery was this early as I didn’t have to worry about any traffic or fasting throughout the day. It took about 45 min to arrive at the surgery center near LAX. We parked our car at the empty lot and got to the registration window a bit before and spent another 30-40 min doing paperwork. I was led into the prep room and gave my wife a kiss. She went to the car to take a nap lol.
In the prep room, I had to strip to my underwear and wear a patient gown. The one where only your front is covered. There were about 3 nurses who prepped me and 2 other patients in neighboring beds who were getting operated at the same time as well. IV was put in and several checks to ensure the right foot get operated. My ID band was to be worn on my wrist opposite of my injury. I was also asked to put an arrow using a washable marker where the injury was on my calf. Another nurse shaved my leg with a disposable razor without any soap. That didn’t go well at all. The nurses did a great job ensuring I was comfortable and chatted among themselves most of the time. The anesthesiologist came in to introduce himself. Asked about my surgery and if I had any allergies. He mentioned that he will put a mild dose of anesthesia into my IV and I should start getting sleepy soon. He explained the nerve block that will be put on my entire leg and that it should last up to 12-48 hours.
Shortly after I was wheeled into the surgical room. I took a quick glance and it was typical, sterile environment. Just a few seconds later, I blacked out.
Next thing I noticed I was in the recovery room with a huge cast on my left foot. I was extremely drowsy from the drugs and my head was spinning. It was just passed 10am and my surgery was a success. Just in time, I see my wife walk in. It was a bit of an odd feeling as I felt almost half asleep but can hear the other two patients in the room seem to have less side effects and ready to check out to go home. I took in some water and spent about 45 min in the recovery room. My bladder was also really full and had to get wheeled to the restroom. As I slowly recovered, the nurse tried to small talk asking about our kids and where we lived. She reminded us to make sure I take my pain meds.
Once I felt ok to be upright, I was wheeled to my car.