15. The one with the Post Op
Last time we left off with me headed off to sleep in the operating room I start to come around in the post op area. Coming out of Anesthesia (on purpose see lumpectomy post for context) is always such a weird experience. It isn't exactly 'waking up' as much as it 'coming to'. I have had the pleasure of passing out many times in my life (because I have hypoglycemia. Side note: one of the perks of being fluffy was I didn't pass out because I am apparently only hypoglycemic when I am thinner. I have been woozy a myriad of times over the last year and a half). And coming to from Anesthesia feels an awful lot like that. The first sense to come back is hearing. I start to become aware of the noises around me. In the area to my right I hear a man moaning. The awareness of where I am and why I am here starts to come to me. Next I realize that my throat hurts. "Did they intubate me? They must have intubated me. Well that is serious." Given my line...