Getting Back on Track

Alright, I owe everyone some answers and I am ready to discuss them.

Let me take you through the day of events yesterday....

7:45am: I arrive at the hospital and my temperature is immediately taken. I have a 95 degree temperature.

7:50 am: I check in with the outpatient center and wait for a nurse to take me to Pre-op

8:00 am: I am taken to pre-op, I put on my pretty lavender hospital garb and wait to get my temperature and vitals taken.

8:10 am: Get vitals and temperature taken, this time my temperature is 99.9 degrees. The nurse asks if I am warm, I tell her I am not. 

8:30 am: Two new nurses come in and ask me the normal 1000 questions (i.e. what meds are you taking, have you eaten or drank past midnight, do you have Covid symptoms etc.) Temperature is taken again, 99.1 degrees.

8:50 am: Insert IV jab in forearm....doesn't work...second attempt insert IV in inside elbow area (I should learn the name of that spot on the body) and success. Temperature is taken again. 99.5 degrees

9:00 am: Given Tylenol and Gabepentin to prep for surgery.

9:20 am: I am suspecting something is up

9:30 am: Anesthesiologist comes in and tells me a few issues: 

1.  The COVID test I took last Thursday ( because that is when Emory Healthcare scheduled it) even though came back negative was not with in the proper 96 hours of my surgery that is needed to confirm I do not have COVID.
2.  I have a slight fever.......
3. The surgery is in my mouth and there is a risk to me and all if I have my surgery.

I asked her if the surgery is off completely and she said no she would come back and let me know....(I think my temperature was taken again at this point and it was 99.3, they took it many times)

9:40 am: She came back. Surgery was a no go.

9:50 am: I stop balling my eyes out and my surgeon comes in and asks whats wrong. They had not told him they had canceled my surgery. That's right this was not his decision, it was the hospitals.

10:00 am: My belongings are brought back to me and I tell the family my surgery is canceled. 

10:45 am: The hospital finally allows me to get another COVID test, which my surgeon demanded since they put me through this crap.

11:10am: Mom picks me up. 

All in all it was an emotional and traumatic morning. I have been waiting 4.5 years for this surgery. I didn't have it before then because I was in law school and had enough going on in life to where it wasn't the right time. It just goes to show you that even when you have a plan and things scheduled, it doesn't mean it is what is supposed to happen. I have to believe that everyone's thoughts and prayers worked because I was not supposed to go under yesterday and have the surgery and I didn't. I hope to be able to have the surgery in two weeks from now, but am still awaiting confirmation.

My surgeon said he would have argued with the hospital to have the surgery, but that if I had it, they would have treated me like a COVID patient and put me in the COVID ICU (even though I do not have COVID). It would have been too risky.

I hate the anxiety and emotional roller coaster this has caused my family and friends who have been with my every step of the way. I know that this is not what y'all expected either. 

In the meantime, I still have no fever and am starting to get back to the swing of things. The good news is that I can wear my pretty engagement ring again, spend time with my Simba, and work out for two more weeks. 

Thank you for your overwhelming love and support.