I've always been a big chicken about epidurals. The whole needle in the spine deal is just so disconcerting. Then I get the fabulous news that the surgery will be done under general anesthesia and the epidural will be put in while I'm still under. Then Dr. Whoosiewhatsis, anesthesiologist and all around not-so-good guy decides since they were doing lap I didn't need the amount of pain relief offered by the epidural. Wrong.
The alternative was big ol' whopping doses of morphine which made my blood pressure drop to 0 over 0. I was whisked off to ICU which was fine by me. BEST THING EVER was when I got the steroid shots. A side effect of this particular steroid is EUPHORIA! I didn't think I could feel more euphoric after Obama's election but man oh man, I was the most euphoric woman on the planet for a good 6 hours.
My southern friends will understand this revelation. It turns out my nephrologist and urologist are the doctors for my brother, cousin's husband, sister-in-law's daddy, and sister-in-law's niece is nephrologist's wife's sorority sister. IOW, we're related.
Thanks to everyone who prayed and/or not prayed. It is cool how not prayers work too!
Love alla y'all!