My Gallbladder Removal Surgery part 1

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So the surgery is done! I survived! I'm home. I was at the hospital early Friday morning. Was shown to my room around 8am. Changed into a hospital gown. Wheeled into another part of the hospital. Where an IV catheter or whatever they are called was put into my right hand. I was so nervous and once again asked the same question that was on my mind to the anaesthetist. "Will I definitely fall asleep?" She assured me that I would but I was still scared. My surgeon saw me briefly just before surgery. First thing he said was "Anymore questions?" Was a joke because last time I saw him I was full of questions due to being anxious about surgery. Not long after, I was being wheeled into the operating room and yeah....that scared me even more. I had to slide myself onto the operating table. Something was being done to my right hand again, couldn't see. Then a mask was over my face. The anaesthetist asked me a question and it was either "Are you ok?" or "How you doing?" and I think I nodded but that was it. The next thing I know, I'm back in the room where I was before the operating room. My eyes were so heavy and I just remember thinking if the operation even took place. A woman was sitting next to me. I had a mask on my face. I couldn't hear her properly but I did hear her say something about my breathing to another nurse. It's still a bit hazy but either they took the mask off or I did but I managed to ask them "Am I ok?" to which they said I was. Thinking about it now I don't remember much about being wheeled back into my room / ward. In fact I was amazed on how I was even back in my bed! Obviously they moved me once the surgery was done but was weird. I laid in bed with the oxygen mask on my face. I was watching the monitor that was next to my bed and I noticed that when I took the mask off, my oxygen levels were going down. I kept taking it off because I was uncomfortable and wasn't breathing like I wanted to. So kept switching between mask and no mask. But I admit that watching the monitor was playing with my anxiety. I was worried something was wrong. Not long after that, I heard a nurse speaking to another nurse. She said something about my breathing being low during surgery and that I needed a thrust of air put into me. It worried me that something was wrong but was reassured I was fine. I was also told that either during surgery or coming out of surgery that I was coughing a lot. I don't recall this at all. My throat was extremely dry and croaky for the rest of that day and night. I hated the mask so much but at one point I really had to go to the toilet. I managed to go by myself as well as being allowed to take the oxygen mask off my face once and for all since I seemed to be walking and talking fine. Besides my voice though. Really was croaky but I mean I was overall speaking / breathing fine. So was feeling really good and calm. My dad, Nan, brother and Aunty all came to visit me and gave me get well gifts. My oxygen and heart rate was checked every hour. I wasn't aware til hours later that my heart rate was concerning the nurses / doctors there. Will explain more after this so this post isn't too long. **Photo is mine.** Gifts from family.