Yesterday I had a little...."procedure" done to hopefully find out some more answers as to why I have not been feeling well the past year. I didn't realize that I had to fast 24 hours before. I figured the "prep" I had to do 12 hours before my appointment was enough. So, after I ate lunch on Sunday and then read my instructions of things to do before my appointment, I got the joy of my finger meeting my throat as I faked that I had not eaten anything for the previous 24 hours. Then it was on to the "prep." It was AWFUL!!!!! I didn't sleep at all that night because I was so sick and I was anxious to get up and get on with things. Monday morning my parents came to watch my younger kids because I had to have Hubby at the procedure to drive me home. Hubby ended up having court that morning so my Dad got to drive me. Thanks Dad!
As the nurse was putting in my IV she told me that I would be "consciously sedated." Basically she said that I would be awake but I would not remember any of it. "GREAT! Now I will be talking and rambling about whatever and I will basically have no control over it AND I won't remember it." Hubby got to the office before they put me out. The nurse went to get him so that he could come in and "say good-bye" to me! Wow! Do I feel nervous now?
Let me just say, I HATE MEDICINE THAT MAKES ME GIVE UP CONTROL OF MYSELF! I don't take sleeping medicine or anything that causes drowsiness. It doesn't make me feel better. I just fight it the whole time. I was in Jr. High when I had my tonsils out and I fought that anesthesia. I came out of that surgery screaming and fighting. The next time I had to be put out was when I had my D&C 4 years ago. I hate the time between them giving me the medicine and then everyone gets to stand around staring at me waiting for me to go out. They told me to start counting and I only got to about 8. This time I was not sure what would happen since it was a conscious sedation. The nurse came in and opened the window and showed me that it had started to snow. I was looking at the snowflakes and the doctor came in and started asking me some questions about my lab work and about my prep and the snow and then I was waking up in a really small room and I didn't recognize anything. Soon Hubby came in and I could see the clock out in the hall. It was 1 1/2 hours later. I asked Hubby what was going on. He said that they had delayed the procedure due to other emergencies. (They hadn't. I fell for it!) The doctor came in a few minutes later and started to give me discharge instructions. I started to tell him something and he said "We already talked about that." "When?" "Earlier today." "Oh, I don't remember." Then I started to tell him something else. He smiled and said, "I know." "How?" "You told me." "Really. Today?" "Uh-huh...." "Um, what else did I tell you?" He just winked and smiled.
Shouldn't there be a law against talking to patients when they are under the influence of drugs?!!
Not that I have anything to hide. I talk so much all the time that I probably would have volunteered all kinds of information and more if they had just asked. The thought that I never even knew when I went out bothers me. They didn't give me any kind of warning and the last thing I remember was me talking, talking, talking....I don't trust that my brain told my mouth to stop talking or that my mouth obeyed. It rarely does when I am IN total control.
So, today I am doing great because I have some answers about my health and I feel like I am on a road to recovery but I am worried about how much talking I did yesterday and I don't like the idea that I have no memory of those things that I said to the doctor.
Okay, this is crazy! I worry way too much about the things I remember saying to people and now I am worrying about the things I can't remember saying. AAAHHHH!!!!.......
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I also hate the feeling of going under. I had my tonsils removed a few years ago and the nurse in the OR was in my ward. She kept trying to talk to me and I had a really hard time paying attention. Afterward, she told me that everything that I was saying made no sense so I hadn't really said anything that I would later regret. I definatly think that the coming to part is the worst. I hate the not being able to wake up part.
Yeah, the thought of going under semi-concious or all the way terrifies me. Oh and the not knowing what you're saying factor, AGH! I would hate that!
I hope this will provide you with some answers though.
I did that same procedure just a few months ago. You are lucky. I didn't get the sedation and it was PAINFUL. I hope they find out what is going on and can help you with it.
I had a friend who had a D&C and she could hear what people were saying, the nurse told her hubby that she thought my friend was "out." So, my friend started reciting the Gettysburg Address.
I guess you never know what you might have said!
hope everything went well for you and you get some answers. I love that the doctor winked and smiled at you--he most likely was playing with you.... at least we'll hope he was!
I hate the thought of sedation. Going to the dentist is bad enough. I hope you're able to find some answers and solutions!
Laurie - they must have given you Verced. It's an amnesiac that allows them to communicate with you during a procedure. Yeah, my husband pretty funny coming off that stuff.
Welcome to the LDSBlogs webring. We're excited to have you on board. Your kids are so cute I don't even know where to start.
I hope all is well with you...I have the same reaction and have been embarassed because the doctor said-- boy you sure talked alot. To This day I still frett over what I may have said to my doctor who is our Regional President....he he...Keep me posted. My prayers will be with you....
I have never been put under, I am scared of all that stuff. The worst part of giving birth was the epidural (although I enjoyed having it very much). It may be better not to know the crazy stuff we sometimes do or say.
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