So, we arrive at retrieval day. We reported to the hospital at the scheduled time - to a tiny hole of a room in a different unit than we were used to. I got ready, went through the usual nurse instructions (what to do after the retrieval... take it easy, the usual.), and the IV team came in to place the IV for the anesthesia.
The tech placing the IV line was clearly new - there were two cues to this... 1) he looked like a green stick and you could read his anxiety on his face, and 2) there was a trainer with him. Bracing myself, I waited for the stick. The first attempt failed. He blew the vein with the needle... causing one heck of a gorgeous bruise that would take weeks to go away - yay! The second attempt was better, it was a success with no bruising.
Of course, the requisite warning debriefing followed... the pinchy, crampy pain... and the weight restriction until the blood tests. This time, I did feel a little discomfort afterward. It was very minor - and it was really gone pretty quickly.
Of course, anesthesia always knocks me on my caboose, so after I was discharged, we had lunch, returned home and I slept for a while. When I woke up, I felt much better...especially since it was almost time to go get LM from daycare.
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