So happy to get my port-a-cath out. My neck no longer aches when I raise my left arm, so that’s great!
I called my friend Lizzy to say I was getting my port out, and she said, “What, you’re drinking alcohol? Celebrating with port?” Lol, silly bean. Though it is a thought, I haven’t had port for years.
General anesthesia is always such a strange experience. There I was in the operating room, staring at the very big lamps, talking to the docs about getting a warm towel for my bald head (operating rooms are cold!!) and then they put the “oxygen”mask over my faces, told me to take deep 8 breaths, and next thing I know I’m in a different room being told that the operation was over. Bizarre. Luckily taking a port out takes minutes, so my throat isn’t sore from the breathing tube, my lungs feel fine, etc.
Coming down off of the general anesthesia is a little strange – wired turning into plain ‘ol tired. The bandage comes off in 48 hours. One foot in front of the other.