I was supposed to give the Doc an answer about surgery. I stalled. I thought about other things. I daydreamed. I also went nearly 500 miles away on vacation. However, when I came back, he still needed an answer, and I still had a lump.
So I'm having it out...sigh. I won't be put under general anesthesia. They'll just sedate me, but the very idea makes me want to scream me head off. I guess I have control issues. I'd rather be strapped screaming to the OR table and be in complete awareness than have a little shot of Versed and miss something. For a nurse, I've always been pretty superstitious when it comes to any kind of sedation or anesthesia. For crying out loud, when I had my wisdom teeth out back in the day, I begged and pleaded with the oral surgeon to use half of whatever he was going to give me when I saw the big syringe. I didn't even know what doasge he was holding--thats how nuts I am about it! He laughed at me, gave me all of it, and about a half hour later, I woke up in the car. If I was a caregiver to me, I'd sedate me, too!
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It must be tuff as a nurse interacting with healthcare. My theory of informed consent in healthcare is that it is avouded as much as possable. You learn most of what you need to know from other patients. It must be quite a chore for you knowing the possabilities.
Thanks for choosing to Blog.
John
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