Go time. Surgery time. I went under the knife and got my ostomy in early November 2016. Strangely, I can remember the date of my first surgery (11/2/99), but for some reason I can’t remember the exact date of this one. I think I’d been out of work and feeling lousy for so long at this point that time was pretty much meaningless.
Aside from that you get to feel better after recovery, the best part of surgery is the knockout drugs. Here’s how it goes. They wheel you into the room and move you onto the bed where it will all go down. The surgery team and anesthetist introduce themselves. If you’re like me, you’ll wish everyone luck. And then they give you the blessed drugs. You get a little something to relax first and then they pull out the big guns. Imagine you’ve been suffering and exhausted for 12 months. You just want it to end. Then, with the push of a button, your consciousness slips away like a wave receding back into the ocean and you fall into a deep sleep. Those few seconds between awake and asleep are just wonderful. For this reason, go time is relief.
As a heads up, the next few Crohn’s Saga posts are going to be rough. From where I am now, I’m grateful that I had the surgery and got the ostomy, but be aware that I had a very bad recovery. One of the biggest reasons for my writing these is to help me wrap my mind around everything that happened. I got through it, but I had a very bad time.
Ah yes, the incredible drug rush 😎