The day of the surgery arrived and I got to the hospital, thanks to my male companion (I love him). He also was my Health Care Proxy. They called me in to prepare me, and got me all dressed but could not get the IV set up. With nothing to drink that morning (except a sip of water with meds) for well over 12 hours, it was difficult to get the vein. So I knew the doctors would have to get it done. This is not the first time this has happened to me.
I was tagged along with all my belongings. And from then on, every medical professional that approached me checked and asked me to spell my name, and give my date of birth. My gentleman and I were both nervous. He tried not to show it, and so did I. He kissed me before they wheeled me off for the surgery.
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