Surgery has come and gone. It's weird being on the other side of the bed.
For some reason, I got the XXL gown. I asked for a smaller one, as I did not need to flash cleavage at anyone. Or, to be more accurate, no one WANTS to see it. They found one. By 8:30, it was 5:00 for me, as the happy juice was flowing. I actually hate the feeling of the room spinning. I do remember thinking the OR was tiny compared to what I was used to at my hospital. I also had trouble moving from the cart to the table, I was so high.
Pain afterwards was bad, so was the nausea. The plan was for MAC anesthesia, but because of how bad my ankle was, the surgeon asked for me to be put under after he did the incision. (evidently, I don't remember this). I'm glad I had my partner call in Zofran and phenergan last week. Scop patch is still on as well.
I'm planning on back to work in a couple of weeks. I took myself off call for November (the advantage of making the call schedule). Guess I can do some online CME, watch a lot of food network, and sleep.