The Life & Times of Finnegan Buckley The terribly exciting and ever expanding world of me, myself

Pre-Op Room

So Monday was not my most favorite day.  It started in the early morning hours…I was rudely yanked out of my bed at 5:30 am and thrown into the car.  No diaper change…no clothes…not even a pair of shoes.

I thought, woohoo, big adventures await.  The possibilities were running through my brain – the beach, the aquarium, the zoo, or maybe even another plane ride to god only knows where.  But no.  We pulled into the hospital parking lot.  Uh oh, this can’t be good news.

After about 20 minutes of playing in the waiting room we were whisked into the pre-op area and lots of people in PJ’s kept coming in and out of our little room.  Some even had really funny looking hats on.  And they gave me a wicked cool nightie that left my backside exposed (finally! My boys get a little air!), and an AWESOME pair of bright yellow socks that gave me big bird feet.  The nurses were actually pretty cool and they took me exploring while we were waiting (waiting for what, I have no idea, but I’m sure it’s probably something pretty awesome!)  We got to check out some really cool equipment that had lots of buttons…a bunch of people lying down on their beds (I bet they’re going to the same slumber party as me!)…and a TON of people wandering around in their PJ’s.

At the end of the hallway we went in to a room where they asked me if I wanted to sit on the bed and take a look at the mask that the big guy was holding.  He said it smelled like bubblegum so I figured, how bad could it be?  I took a humongous breath and…Hmph…what?

Next thing I know someone is calling out my name – and it wasn’t my mom, mind you – and I’m laying on a bed with a tube coming out of my arm.  Aaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  GET ME OUT OF HERE!  This is the worst slumber party I’ve ever been too.  I am SO not coming back here ever again.  If any of you come near me I’m going to go all ninja on you.  I know karate!  And don’t even think of trying to butter me up with that orange popsicle.  Just leave it on the nightstand and be on your way.  And don’t let the curtain hit you in the arse on the way out!

After what seemed like a lifetime, my mom and dad came around the corner to save me.  It’s about time folks!  A lil’ help here!  Geez.

To be fair though, my mom looked like she was about to hurl her cookies all over the recovery room.  At least I got to sleep through the whole thing.  And now I’ve got a cool scar that I can show off to all the girlies when I’m in high school.