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Surgery day. So, today I had an appointment for an elbow surgery, but I didn't really have much more information about what was likely to happen. Boris, was an awesome friend today and stuck with me the whole time, going with me to the hospital in the morning for translation and companionship and coming back to take me home when it was over.
The surgeon, when I met her, did a check to see if surgery was necessary. I needed to lift my arm over my head and try to extend the hand upward. This is a task that I failed spectacularly, indicating that the bone fragment seen on the X-ray was where the triceps muscle was inserted. Surgery, therefore, was a go. I asked about training, and she got a little bit wary as she explained that there wouldn't need to be a cast, and so I felt obliged to divulge that I was planning on running races in a few weeks if possible and then I added sheepishly that I would almost certainly run the races regardless of whether she approved them or not. She thanked me for being honest and said that I could probably get a splint that I could wear during competitions. so I got lucky on this one.
So then I waited until it was my turn to go into the operating room and then a whole slew of super friendly doctors and nurses came over to get me set up. Each one needed to ask me my name, personal number, allergies and whether I had eaten anything since midnight :) They were also really nice about speaking slowly in Swedish because they knew that I was trying to practice my Swedish.
Then there was an IV added, and it flushed a little with really cold saline and then an injectable anesthesia.
I woke up and was surprised to see how late it was, I guess it took awhile for the drugs to wear off, and I was super disoriented and groggy at first. I recalled that after my last surgery, when I was in middle school, I was not allowed to leave until I had eaten and drunk something although that time, mom was there to help me finish the cup of ginger ale, which made her my hero :). In Sweden, the process is similar except that instead of ginger ale I got a glass of strawberry puree and reindeer on polar bread sandwich.
I started clamoring for release and so they let me change back into my clothes and then go back for post-op X-rays. I guess I passed because I was free to go.
Arm feels a little tender and is wrapped in a bandage, but tomorrow I am really looking forward to making a test run someplace flat and safe. Switzerland, here I come :)