This last week we had our spring break for the school year. It wasn't as relaxing as would be ideal, but I used the opportunity to schedule a surgery I needed for the SVT I was diagnosed with back in January.For those of you who don't already know, a few days after my twenty-fifth birthday, I experienced heart palpitations--basically a very fast heart rate. I was shuffled around in ambulance, sent from an urgent care clinic, to an emergency room, and then I was sent off to Nashville for closer observation by trained cardiologists. I was discharged the next day when it was quickly assessed I had SVT, a type of heart arrhythmia/irregularity in my heart's electrical impulses due to certain tissue/cells around the heart. I was recommended for a catheter ablation--a non-invasive cardiac surgery where the doctor inserts a catheter in my legs and threads it through my veins to heat treat/use electrocardiography to destroy (or ablate) the offending tissue/cells.As this was my first surgery, I was VERY nervous. I stressed over it for days. I was told I would be sedated, but at first a nurse told me I would be conscious sedated. Then the day of the doctor and nurses told me I would be out. Then the anesthesiologist told me I would technically be awake but not aware of it. I remember being wheeled in the operating room and having several monitors attached to me. My elevated heart rate was very audible in the room by a solid beeping. The nurse in charge of sedation felt my hands, commented on their clamminess and asked if I was nervous. I quickly affirmed. Then I suddenly felt relaxed by whatever medicine they gave me. The doctor wasn't in the room yet, but another nurse called him up real quick and asked if he wanted to start me on a light sedation. He said yes, the sedation lady disappeared, and then the next thing I remember is waking up three hours later, grumpy, groggy, and my throat hurting from the breathing tube. The wonders of modern medicine continues to astound me.I endured my three days of recovery, not lifting more than 5 pounds. And I returned to work as normal Monday. All is well and I've got several things in the works to hopefully update with you soon.