This is the email I sent out to my family after my surgery today:
I’m already home and have even had lunch.
Surgery went very well. Psuedo-cyst on vocal cord officially “popped”. FINALLY!
My anesthesiologist was a hoot. Super hip and fun. She really put me at ease. Her resident was having trouble inserting the IV, so she put me to sleep with gas first so I wouldn’t have to endure it. It was a nice way to drift off, I gotta say.
My surgeon was amazing and sweet and gentle when I got in the operating room. Then according to him he did a real number on my tongue. I thought he at least owed me dinner first. (wink)
I most definitely have a very irritated and sore throat. It’s pretty bad, but other than that, I feel great!
Turns out all that gin I drink actually built up a tolerance for the anesthesia. Fact. They said people who drink tend to tolerate it better. Who knew? LOL.
I woke up so quickly they didn’t quite know what to do with me. They were like, “Sh_t, we’re not ready. Go back to sleep.”
Diana came to pick me up because Patrick had rehearsal and couldn’t come. She was amazing. As always the perfect Girl Scout arriving with a dry erase board, knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak on strict vocal rest. Diana, I love you.
Funny thing happened while waiting in the recovery room . . . especially given that it was a surgical recovery room . . . We heard a nurse shout, “Anyone know where I can find a knife?!” We burst out laughing (me silently). Apparently there was a cake that needed cutting for a going-away party. I guess a scalpel wouldn’t do.
Another fun note: One of the nurses, Meghan, was a huge Trading Spaces fan. She asked, “Are you Paige Davis, as in THE Paige Davis? When I was in high school our parents let me and my friends “trade” bedrooms!” They did the whole shebang . . . completely redid each others rooms and had no idea what each friend was doing to their own room. So cute.
All in all it was pretty easy. Glad it’s finally over!! The build up has been forever! Now just recovery. One week silence, three to four weeks slow build back to full voice and singing. I’m going to Joan Lader. She works with Sutton Foster, Patti LuPone, Jefferson Mays (Gentleman’s Guide), and Robert Fairchild (the American in Paris dreamboat). You know, hacks. LOL. Just kidding. She is THE best. I’m in very good hands for the rehab.
And best of all . . . I’m not dead yet.
Love you all. Thank you so much for the well wishes and texts and emails. It was really lovely. I felt the support. It meant a lot.