Marti Abernathey

Well… the good news is I DIDN’T DIE! OK, I didn’t expect to, but it makes for good drama! I wasn’t really prepared for how I felt after the surgery. The difference between a colonoscopy and full on surgery was staggering. With conscious sedation (Demerol and VerSed) I came out of the procedure feeling stoned to the bone, but with all my wits. But with my gallbladder surgery, I woke up feeling like a sick, confused and wounded dog. The confusion didn’t clear right away, either. It was at least 30 minutes before I was aware enough to sit up and know where I was. I do not like that feeling at all and I can’t imagine how much that’s going to be intensified with my genital and breast augmentation surgery. The thought of being alone for my GRS, scares me even more now. Physically I was alone at the hospital, but the entire time I was there I either talked with my love, text her, or sent pics to her. A few days before the surgery I received a package from her. With my birthday coming up, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I won’t list all the gifts, but you probably remember seeing me with my little cow…

and my socks…

and my blanket…

Every single gift that she gave me had some special meaning. It was a love package for sure. I was swimming in her comfort, concern, and love, even though she couldn’t be here for my surgery. I was glad that she could be there in spirit.

A week before the surgery, Nik’s aunt insisted that I come and stay with them for a few days. I was really touched by her offer. The surgery was done on an outpatient basis, so I needed to be picked up. I stayed a day at her house before going home. The lack of internets was driving me stir crazy, so I came home. I’m starting to get back into the groove of my life. I’m post op now about a week, and I feel pretty much back to normal.

Well, as normal as I get.