Liver Drama

Ugh it's seems like it'll never end! So I had my liver biopsy on Friday morning finally, after being cancelled once. I showed up there at about 6:45 that morning, 15minutes early...suprised myself. I was sent to register at the day surgery admin office, and the registrar asked me oodles of question. I finally got up to the day sugery and special procedures waiting room. I waited anxiously for them to call me back, I was just ready to get it over with. The nurse came out and quietly (like I should be embarassed to say) asked me if I thought that I could be pregnant. I answered "no", she asked "well are your tubes tied", me- "no...but my husband had a vasectomy". She said "oh, I see" I then turned to Bryan and smiled. I didn't want to be talking about his junk to old ladies.
Well finally she took me back to get some blood drawn. No biggie, I have had it done SO MANY TIMES! I still can't watch them poke my arm though. Nurse continued to ask me questions "when was the last time I whaaat?". When all that was over, and after she gave me a pregnancy test "just to make sure" I headed up to the procedure room.
It was sterile looking and cooooold. At this point another nurse took over my care.
She was just as sweet as can be making small talk with Bryan and I as we waited for the Dr to arrive. She assured me that it was a painless procedure, and the I would be "more asleep than awake" and "not remember anything" Yeah, we'll see.
I changed into that oh-so-flattering hospital gown, and layed on the gurney. The nurse saw me in my frigid state and got me a couple of warm blankets and covered me up, reminded me of being tucked into bed as a kid. ahhh, I actually felt kind of cozy, watching TV and forgetting I was about to be stabbed in the gut.
The nurse got my IV started, and sent Bryan out of the room. I waited with her and the ultrasound tech talking about the what movies our kids wanted to see that summer and the played out "gas prices are so high" convo. The Dr. finally arrived, and I knew it was time for the party to begin.
The U/S tech found one of the masses in my liver and held the probe thingy still while the nurse dosed me with my drugs. Demerol is some good stuff by the way. I started to feel my head spin, and started to let myself close my eyes. I could hear what they were saying and I knew what was going on. I was praying to God that I wouldn't be able to feel anything. I knew it was going to take a few sticks, some small ones to numb the area, and then one big stick into the liver. The first ones didnt' hurt so bad, but that last big stick....OH MY GOD. I could feel the thick needle slowly going into the skin and then pressing into my liver and then a sharp stabbing pain. I thought they were just going to test one of the masses, but she repeated the process on one more mass. In between I asked for more demerol cause I was not "more asleep than awake" as they had told me.
Anyway, it was painful but somewhat quick and I was just so glad for it to be over. They wheeled me into the GI recovery. Bryan came with me and asked me if it hurt. Really?? So I got settled in, had a drink then fell fast asleep. I woke up like 2 hours later. I was supposed to stay for 4 hours so my stint in recovery was halfway over. It was so hard to move, painful to take a deep breath, or any breath at all for that matter. Before I was able to leave I had to walk alone. So I took a trip to the ladies room and was way more sore than I thought I would be. I hobbled back to recovery so the nurse can give me my discharge instructions and out the door I went...in a wheelchair.
Oh I was so glad to be home. My parents had stayed with the kids. My poor Rylen wanted to lay down with his mommy. I was so sad that I couldn't nurse him or carry him until the next day. He was good with his grandma and the bottle though. Caden and Brit were mostly interested in seeing the acutal puncture wounds. Caden brought me a bell to ring when I needed him. I took a long nap, and just relaxed all evening.
So, it's all over. Thank God. Now I have to wait for results. I hate waiting.