My surgery was scheduled for 11am and my roomie was scheduled for noon. We were dropped off at Jolie around 1030am and after checking in at the front desk, we were told to have seat in the back waiting room. There were already lots of other patients there, but I understood that there are multiple doctors so I wasn’t too concerned. When we were almost 15 mins from Jolie, I realized that I’d forgotten my faja. It would’ve taken too much time to go back, so I purchased another while I waited. After maybe 45-90 mins later, we were getting frustrated and asked one of the assistants what was going on as both of our appointment times had passed and no-one so much as checked on us in the freezing cold waiting room. She seemed surprised and asked did we do our drugs tests.. ummmmm, NO, no-one even checked on us! She gave us our drugs tests and literally as I came out holding my specimen, another assistant came to give me my drug test. So disorganized! I grew more and more antsy, nervous, anxious and frustrated as the hours went by. The last time I ate and had even a sip of water as requested, was over 12 hours prior!
I was called back around 4pm: 5 hours after my scheduled surgery time! As soon as she called my name, I hugged my roomie and went to the pre-op area. Btw.. as I mentioned in my RH review: thank God for my roomie and all the other dolls! I would have been more of a nervous wreck without her there! So yes, back to the pre-op area. Dr. Valls’s assistant was so sweet. Her English was not all together there, but she was kind and friendly. She gave me a hospital bag, compression socks, bonnet, footies and paper gown, asked me to fully undress and put all my belongings in the bag. She came back, took my weight and more pictures. I was down to 190lbs, which was good. I do not recall her taking my blood pressure or any other vitals. She said she would be right back with the doctor and gave me a soft blanket.. thank God because that room was even colder than the waiting area. About 15 minutes later, Dr Valls finally arrived. He greeted me with a big smile and Happy Birthday! That immediately calmed me down :-) We got right to business. He looked at my chart and quietly spoke to his assistant in Spanish. My Spanish is barely decent, so I could not catch all that he was saying and asked questions each time he said something to her. He said my EKG was just a little off, but nothing to be concerned about and that, of course, my weight was higher than he’d prefer. He reinforced how important a proper diet and exercise would be after surgery. When he got to the end, he wrote “BBL” on a paper and I said, Oh no Doctor, just lipo for me. He said, “No BBL” and again I said no. We went back and forth a few times jokingly. Thankfully I am not shy about my body, because BOOM, time to be naked. I told him that my back fat and rolls were my biggest concern. I was a bit disappointed when he said he wasn’t entirely sure he could get rid of all the fat and smoothen out my sides. He did say that my belly would not be a problem. I reiterated that my rolls were my biggest concern. I’d lost weight in the past and while my belly went down, the rolls appeared more prominent. He said that may just be part of my shape which I’d heard before :-( He asked again, with a smile, if I was sure I didn’t want a BBL. No thanks Doc! He marked me up and said that surgery would be in about 30 minutes. That was around 4pm and a little after 5pm, his assistant was walking me to the operating room.
The waiting areas and pre-op rooms at Jolie are very nice and modern. Clean, sleek furniture, artwork, flat screens, etc. However, walking to the operating room was like we were going in a different building. It wasn’t dirty, but it didn’t look new or super clean.. just kinda old and janky. We walked pass three other operating rooms and all the doors were open; maybe that’s policy. The assistant stopped me before each door to close them and then open them back once I walked by. Weird, but again, maybe policy. My room was the last in that hall, but I asked to use the restroom first. The restroom back there was nothing like the ones in the waiting area. Again, not particularly gross just not super clean and not new or modern at all. I used it and went to my operating room. The anesthesiologist was waiting for me and we chatted while he set things up. Handsome guy! Within a couple minutes he was ready and so was I! The table is set up like a “T” so both my arms were already outstretched. He went for my left although I told him I preferred the right. Whatevs, it was showtime! He said I would feel a cold sensation and weird taste in my mouth and I did. Then just like that, I was out. During surgery, I never woke up or dreamt. Then, it was over. I woke up shaking violently! Not trembling or shivering like I read, shaking violently. It wasn’t so much that I felt cold because there was a warm/heated blanket over me. I just could not stop shaking! Worse yet, I woke up on my stomach and thought they gave me the BBL. In hindsight, I was coming down for the anesthesia and freaking out. But at the time, my fears seemed real and it was like no-one in the OR seemed to care. I get that it was late, but that was not my fault. When I started really freaking out and crying, someone came over and rubbed my shoulder a little, telling me that I was alright. I must have gone in and out of consciousness a few times, because what seemed to be all of sudden, someone was telling me it was time to go and I had to get up. She was nice about it, but also very firm. When I tried to get up, the pain hit me like a truck at 100 mph. I remember telling her that I couldn’t do it and to please just let me sleep. Next thing I remember, I’m in a wheelchair outside in the darkness in front of Merilene from the recovery house. Now she was telling me to get up so I could get into the truck and again, I said I couldn’t. The pain was at an all-time high and I clearly remember the woman from Jolie being super impatient like she had to get back inside so Merilene had to basically put me into her truck. The ride home was awful. I felt every crack in the road even though I’m sure Merilene was driving super slow. Getting from the car to the house was a blur as was the entire night. The pain was unreal and I had no appetite but I had to eat something to take my pain meds. Okay, let’s talk about pain meds. Jolie does not give you or your ride your scripts in advance. Here I am getting out of surgery late in the evening/night and Merilene had to go back out to fill my scripts. If your insurance is particular about where you fill your scripts, good luck! Luckily, I had left over Vicodin from my wisdom tooth extraction a few weeks ago. I was able to hold down some crackers and water or Gatorade so I could take them. Using the bathroom [to pee] was not a problem, but of course getting up was a huge problem. Thank God for my urinal because sitting down was not happening. The aide on duty that night was so kind and patient. God bless her! She came and told me when it was time to get up and walk, but Lord knows my body did not feel able. The only time I got up for the whole night was the one time to pee. Apparently, that was a really bad thing, but I did not care because all I wanted to do was sleep and I actually slept well.
Okay, that was long, but that was all about surgery day :-)