FINALLY! THE DAY OF RECKONING.

14.03.2018:

So when I was told to go the fuck home, we went to a pub quiz. While I was still upset, it was a nice distraction. I think I went to bed around 9am. Much fun.

I was woken up by my phone ringing, it was the surgeon! She called me from her own office, and basically told me to get my ass back to Bergen Monday 19th for surgery! I was still drunk, so I kind of just thought "ugh seriously? I just got back home..", but we talked for a while, and called around ordering plane tickets, call my orthodontist and otherwise making arrangements.

So.

There I was, lying in bed half-asleep and probably still a bit drunk, trying to tell myself that it was really happening this time. But since I've had so many issues with this whole ordeal I just didn't believe it.

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19.03.2018:

I didn't really believe it even lying down on the surgery slab being prepped, my anxiety was non-existent! I was asked if I wanted to bring my brother in while I was put out, but I was like "nah mate I'm good. No, really.". It was so strange, I was so damn calm!

One thing that I noted, is that all of the staff in the surgery room were women! The nurses, the surgeron, the anesthesiologists.. Women! It made me so happy, and I felt really safe and well taken care of. The male surgeon who was supposed to join the last time didn't have the time now, but he stopped by just to say hello and good luck. Nice man.

The shot me up with Fentanyl, and put me to sleep.

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I woke up in a cloudy haze. Now, I've never been under total anesthesia before, so I was worried I'd wake up during the procedure, I'd die, all that lovely stuff.
I just woke up really fucking groggy. People who say that going under is like "the best sleep they've ever had!" has to fix their regular sleeping rutine. I normally sleep like a fucking baby, so for me it certainly was a step down. More like a whole staircase that I was pushed down.

I was put in the intensive care room, with a nurse checking in on me every 10-15 minutes or so. I had been fasting and just wanted to sleep, so I was pretty cranky haha. After 2 hours I finally were able to drink something. The brought me some fruit drink, to get some sugar in me. She gave me an icecpack, and forced me to go to the toilet even though I didn't really felt like going. The surgeon came to stop by and check on me, and she told me the surgery was a success! Hurray.

What they did:
They basically made the insition under along my upper lip, pulled my face up and cut the medial wall in my nasal cavity away to make space. Then they sawed down Le Fort I, and down the hard palate. No screws or plates were put in, so everything was loose. Though, they didn't take out part of the bone like I wanted, they didn't see it as neccesary. Boo, oh well. They sewed me up and rolled me out. Easy peasy lemon squeasy! It's actually look at as a minor procedure, but for me it was fucking major.

When two sweet nurse (students?) rolled me out of intensive care I saw my brother sitting on a chair in the hallway, I just shouted out to him lol. He followed along, and was left in the hallway while waiting for my spot in a four-person recovery room.
I quickly came to, and started fiddling with my phone and playing on my 3DS. I hate just lying around and not do shit, feeling unproductive!

Finally!!

Didn't really like the IV needles, they were constantly painful and uncomfortable. 

Facepalm long and prosper

My best friends:

• My brother 
• The nurses 
• My jug of water 
• Trixie Mattel's new album One Stone
• My trusty ice-pack 
• The surprisingly good wifi connection! 

My worst enemies:

• Eating, 
• the IV needles,
  the orange candy tasting fruit drink I was served, 
• not being able to sleep
• Blood-clogged nose
• Not being able to shower

So the rest of the night was just.. boring. I couldn't (and shouldn't!) do anything, so it's not really much to write about. I wrote to my friends and family, trying to take my mind off things. I was put on painkillers now and then, and during the night the put me on antibiotics through the IV.

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I managed to get some sleep, the first half I was only able to sleep an hour at a time, but the longest stretch was for about three hours. I woke up around 5:30am, and decided not to sleep anymore.

Later the surgeon came by one more time to say hi and check on me, by then I looked like an overworked and depressed hamster, all shiny and puffy. 

I mean, look at this fucking supermodel:

My surgeon told me about the plans for the day. I was to get a hygiene appointment to get my mouth cleaned, and getting ready for checking out of the hospital. The thought of the hygiene appointment was scary. I have a pretty strong case of dental anxiety, just sitting down in a dentist chair is a challenge. Knowing that something will hurt really bad will make my anxiety spike up. But the dentist's nurse luckily didn't know a lot about my procedure (it's not super common), so she didn't push around as much, she was really careful. She cleaned around my mouth and nose, and put on some hospital grade lip balm. My lips were drier than California, so that part was so nice.

Normally the patients have to rinse their mouth with hydrogen peroxide to remove slime and goo, but since I'm allergic to it I could just use regular mouth wash. Thank god the had something else I could use, my breath was so bad!!

My brother and I went up to the recovery room again, to pack and relax a bit. The nurse came by to remove the IV needles (I LOVE HER), and told me that I was free to leave when I was ready.
The flight home was okay. Normally my ears struggle with the pressure, and I feared it would be 100x worse with me being so swollen. I guess the painkillers took care of that! My boyfriends picked us up at the airport ♥

I think I'll write another entry for the recovery part, this is getting really long.
Since the surgery appointment was basically thrown in my lap, everything happened in a flash, so I am SO fucking happy this is over!