no scrubs

I’m back and I made it through breast implant surgery with less pain and overall intensity than the double mastectomy (amputation) in 2013. This is like a walk in the park eating a hot dog compared to the first one thanks to my superstar plastic surgeon and her resident!

Being a patient is humbling. You are in a very vulnerable position. This is when gender, age, socioeconomic background, race, career, academic level, and status does NOT matter. At the end of the day we are all the same. Health and quality of life is everything. I worked in a dialysis unit at the hospital as a clerk for almost two years, and also did a short stint at The Women’s Breast Health Centre (try answering the phone saying that title, for some reason I had the hardest time getting it out of my mouth, urg! – now the word ‘breast’ rolls out with ease – go figure). The hospital environment was eye-opening, that coupled with my own experience has taught me a lot about the value of being a healthy person. For one, being able to eat and move around freely is a blessing. Being confined to a bed for a mental or physical disease is life changing. Hence, I vow to enjoy movement, freedom, food, travel, reading, writing, working…etc.. as much as possible, this includes my attempts at elegant swimming! Ha.

So, I went into the hospital at 7:30am on Tuesday and the first thing they do is take your vitals. Here are my vitals (because vitals are cool):

weight: 67.7 – meh
blood pressure: 146/82 (much better)
height: 165 (am a centimeter taller than last time)
pulse: 71

And then they did something that actually made me nervous for about 30 seconds….a pregnancy test! I would have fainted if that had come back positive. I had about an hour and a half until I would be brought to the operating room. I was calm watching netflicks when they wheeled in this lady who was placed in the bed beside mine… OMG she was being really short and irritated with her husband, and ordering him around. She was only there for about two minutes and was already asking for an extra pillow. Oh wait she said ‘thank u’ to the sweet volunteer… Ok maybe she wasn’t a total drama queen. Oh and then she was laughing and being pleasant… pain meds must have been kicking in.

I want to give a shout out to the nurses. When I worked in the hospital, the nurses were the BEST. Medical school 101 – get along with the nurses – kind of similar to when you work as a server in a restaurant. It’s important to know who really runs the show – the cooks. Yes, of course you have to get along with everyone and everybody’s role is important as a team, but the cooks and nurses are the back bone of their establishments. I’m sure some would disagree with me but I always found this to be my saving grace in work situations.

Am tired now. I will give more details of surgery another day…







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