Background information: There are two items of background information that are necessary to understanding the rest of this post: 1. I had a deviated septum and 2. The past tense of point 1 is correct. To be more precise, for as long as I can remember, my left nostril has, on the inside, been this tiny, mostly useless thing. Breathing through my nose, I have been able to notice that the vast, vast majority of air travels through my right nostril. A number of months ago (Novemberish) it occured to me that I could have something done about this condition and that I might as well whilst I have my awesome student medical insurance. I went in and had a consultation in mid-January and went in for surgery this morning. That's the requisite background information.
The so-called background information is actually the real meat of this post, now I'm just going to ramble about anasthesia and mild discomfort.
This was this first real surgery that I've ever had (wisdom teeth don't count) and the first time I've ever had an I.V. or general anaesthesia. So I got to Mount Auburn Hospital bright and early at 6a without having slept very much last night (I'll admit it, I was freaked out) and get myself in a gown and on a bad. The nurse set up an I.V. which was ok for a little bit and then I started to get a bit freaked out, which manifested as the fingers on the I.V.ed arm twitching slightly. I met with the anaesthesiologist and his nurse as well as my surgeon (whom I had met and spoken with a few times before). The anaesthesiologist's nurse squirted a syringe full of something he described as "like Valium that takes effect in thirty seconds" into my I.V. A few moments later, I wasn't freaking out at all and I was wheeled into an operating room. I scooched over onto a different bed in the operating room and the next thing I remember was waking up with an oxygen mask and being told that I was starting to come around (which wasn't entirely clear to me at the time). I spent a while lying in that bed in the recovery room, drifting in and out of attentiveness until what point as I started to feel a little more alert. Since I had arranged to have Max come pick me up, the nurse called him and he came by. With a short stop at the MIT Medical Pharmacy en route, I ended up back at my appartment. I am still (four hours since regaining consciousness) feeling heavily drugged. The druggedness is making me rather spacey and I am finding that memories, perceptions, my imagination and complete fantasy are mixing together in a semi-alert dream of a reality. The semi-alertness is kind of bothersome and I expect that it's largely the work of the super-opiate that I was given but may be partly the result of the tranquilizer as well.
The druggedness, although annoying, is not the worst part of this recovery process, not by a long shot. The worst part is that I can taste the packing in my nose and it tastes horrible. In fact, the packing in my nose is the only thing that I can taste; I ate some goldfish, they tasted like packing; I ate some noodles, they tasted like packing; I drank some ginger ale, it tasted like packing. Also, the packing makes me feel like the one thing that I want to do in life is blow my nose, which I can't do.
Well. I think that I'll watch a movie and continue to put up with the taste of packing and the mild hallucinations. At least, in the end, my nose will work like it damned well should have in the first place.