Surgery

So if you look at the pituitary fossa...that's where the tumor I have resides.

I got up at 5am and went to the hospital with my parents. I checked in and went up to the change rooms. I stripped off my clothes and wore hospital gowns and gear. A bunch of other people began trickling in for their surgeries and we all waited for the process to begin.

Eventually I was taken to the operating room where my operation was to take place. The nurses prepared me for my MRI and the process was much the same as I have documented on this blog.
Then the Doctors arrived. My neurosurgeon and the nose and throat specialist and the anestheiologist came in. They began hooking up the giant television screens that they would be using for the cameras up my nose.

I think I annoyed the nurses with my questions and comments, but I was a bit nervous so they can cut me some slack.

I got a needle in my left hand and they started an IV.

Very shortly after that I slipped into darkness.

After what seemed like 5 seconds, I was pulled out of the darkness by a nurse telling me that my operation was over.
I was then wheeled to the recovery room where I slowly regained consciousness and strength.
I was unable to breathe through my nose and I was outrageously thirsty, but the operation was now over.

To be continued...