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trickykitty) wrote2020-01-12 11:19 am
trickykitty) wrote2020-01-12 11:19 am
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Surgery Done
At the surgery center, they had me all prepped and ready by 11:20. Surgery was scheduled for 11:30. My surgeon was stuck in another surgery at another hospital, so my surgery didn't start until 2:30. The first two hours were me just feeling awful from the shoulder nerve pain. Then they finally got approval to give me some fentanyl, and all was right with the world. I watched a little I Robot when my doctor showed up. I remember saying "see ya later" to my mom as she was pointed down a different hallway to the waiting room while I was being rolled in the operating room. The next thing I remember was waking up in recovery. I don't even remember if they asked me to count down backwards or anything.
As far as we could tell, I was also the only person having surgery that day. No one else in the waiting room. No one else in the pre-op. No one else in post-op. Mom asked them about it being really quiet and slow, and they said most folks get their surgeries done at the end of the year to use up FSA and other insurance related moneys. This was typical for January, so yeah, it was just me.
All Friday afternoon and evening I looked like a pale ghost and could only eat a bite or two of my food before feeling nauseous. So, it took me a couple hours to eat my tomato soup and grilled cheese while Mom and I watched Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow until the roommates got home. She hadn't seen it. I opened a yogurt for dinner, but we think the cat ate more of it than I did, again because of the nausea. Kevin and Eileen brought me a cream liquor, some cheese, and later some edamame they brought home from their dinner, none of which I could touch. Even I saw myself in the mirror when I went to brush my teeth and wondered if I still had any red blood cells left in my body. I regained my color and felt pretty good the next morning. I made myself some bacon, french toast, and eggs, and later had a pork chop and salad for lunch.
The shoulder actually backed off hurting Saturday evening, so I was able to get a couple projects done. The surgical sight started feeling a little bruised by Saturday evening, but only when I press on it or accidentally try to reach for something far away with my right arm. Otherwise, it doesn't really hurt. Also, the right side of my trachea felt slightly bruised yesterday, which the anesthesiologist said might happen, but that's already feeling better. I'm still glad for the pain pills, because the shoulder issue still came back with a vengeance during my sleep last night.
This morning I finally get to take my shower. I had to keep the stitches dry for 24 hours, and it was just easier to not take a shower at all until now than to try to manipulate it so the right armpit didn't get wet. Oh, I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this shower. Yay.
As far as we could tell, I was also the only person having surgery that day. No one else in the waiting room. No one else in the pre-op. No one else in post-op. Mom asked them about it being really quiet and slow, and they said most folks get their surgeries done at the end of the year to use up FSA and other insurance related moneys. This was typical for January, so yeah, it was just me.
All Friday afternoon and evening I looked like a pale ghost and could only eat a bite or two of my food before feeling nauseous. So, it took me a couple hours to eat my tomato soup and grilled cheese while Mom and I watched Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow until the roommates got home. She hadn't seen it. I opened a yogurt for dinner, but we think the cat ate more of it than I did, again because of the nausea. Kevin and Eileen brought me a cream liquor, some cheese, and later some edamame they brought home from their dinner, none of which I could touch. Even I saw myself in the mirror when I went to brush my teeth and wondered if I still had any red blood cells left in my body. I regained my color and felt pretty good the next morning. I made myself some bacon, french toast, and eggs, and later had a pork chop and salad for lunch.
The shoulder actually backed off hurting Saturday evening, so I was able to get a couple projects done. The surgical sight started feeling a little bruised by Saturday evening, but only when I press on it or accidentally try to reach for something far away with my right arm. Otherwise, it doesn't really hurt. Also, the right side of my trachea felt slightly bruised yesterday, which the anesthesiologist said might happen, but that's already feeling better. I'm still glad for the pain pills, because the shoulder issue still came back with a vengeance during my sleep last night.
This morning I finally get to take my shower. I had to keep the stitches dry for 24 hours, and it was just easier to not take a shower at all until now than to try to manipulate it so the right armpit didn't get wet. Oh, I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this shower. Yay.