My first surgery

Yesterday (Friday), I checked into Vancouver General Hospital for my first-ever surgery at 8:30 a.m. I was to undergo about a two-hour procedure to remove a fatty mass my surgeon described as the size of a “big marble.” The mass had to go because: It could grow and cause problems for other organs (namely my lungs or heart, since it was in the middle of my chest). It could turn cancerous, which would be bad fort obvious cancer-y reasons. I’ve never had surgery before and I to experience a few firsts. Unsurprisingly, none of them are things I’d want to experience again. The check-in process was quite elaborate, most of which involved disinfecting myself before going into the operating room. I also got the first of three IVs inserted, all of which went on my right hand and two of which were inserted while I was under. My favourite part was killing the bacteria in my nose, which involved holding a device in my nose for two minutes while wearing dark glasses: Not seen: The blue swab they…