I love Dr. Kreymerman

 

MONDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2010

I ♥ Dr. Peter Kreymerman

I wrote this while waiting at Mayo to go back to surgery with Dr. Kreymerman.

Mayo Clinic, December 9, 2010.

We arrived on the 2nd floor, checked in, and we are now waiting; it seems like it takes forever for each name to be called. 

I hate this part, but knowing Dr.Kreymerman is in the building helps settle my glitter.

 Poor Eric, once again on his "day off." Herff" is sitting in the waiting room at Mayo Clinic.

Today is a busy day at the Mayo Hospital. People waiting to get word from surgeons about their loved ones- whoa..not trying to judge over here, but a lady sitting close to me has black Capri's on. Her leg hair is the most extended thick black hair I have ever seen on a woman-even in Paris; it was not this bad-I wonder what her underarms look like? OK, gotta get my mind somewhere else. That was gross. I reached down and rubbed my legs --woo hoo--smooth as silk.

I watch as doctors come into the waiting room and escort loved ones to a private room where they will discuss their surgery. Eric and Dr. Kreymerman will do that in a few hours, I really want to go home today, so I need to pray that my bladder works -

Trystan has called me a bazillion times, telling me jokes and trying to make me laugh, it works, and she always makes me laugh.

They just called my name, and now go into the prep room to wait for Dr. Kreymerman. This next part is all written from memory. The nurse tells me to put on a robe with the opening in the back; when I'm all settled in and ready to go, Dr. Kreymerman comes in to grace me. We joke and laugh a little, then it's time for me to go to the O.R. the last thing I remember is seeing those huge lights above my head and thinking, soon my body will be exposed to everyone in the O.R.good thing I left my underwear on. 

The next thing I remember is waking up in recovery a couple hours later and with no underwear on.... seriously? They took off my underwear? 

I'm spending the night here; my bladder is not cooperating; I really; when thought I would go home tonight, but in the back of my head, I wondered why this time would be different than other surgeries. Eric waited for me to fall asleep, then he went home. I think the nurse said it was around 2:30 am. 

Friday morning, Dr. Kreymerman and Heathe to visit me, I still have bladder problems. Pk said if my bladder doesn't work by tonight I will be going home with a foley.

Finally, later in the day, my bladder works, but I am incredibly nauseated; I was given something for nausea, and I can finally sleep a little. Around 6:00 pm, Dr. Kreymerman and Heather show up, they look well dressed, and Dr. Kreymerman even has on the tie I bought him for Christmas last year. He tells me they will keep me one more night because of thee; I nausea. Saturday morning comes and goes. I seem to be a little better; at least my bladder is working now, but the sickness is still here. I can go home and have nausea, so I decide not to tell the nurse about it; I also start to bleed but decide they don't need to know about that either. I was released from the hospital, and I think I got home around 1:00 pm, just in time for Recker's birthday party.