At the time I am
typing this up, I am about 10 hours post-op.
I was quite anxious
when going into surgery although I didn't do as poorly as I thought I would
when they took pre-op pictures. Stand this way. Turn that way. Sit
here.
I had to take a
concoction of pills along with an anti-acid drink to aid during and after the
surgery. It was to help prevent nausea from the anesthesia. The nurse
suggested, "Put the pills in your mouth and wash them down with the
anti-acid drink. You know, like a shot". That made me laugh on the
inside. I can't do shots, the liquid gets stuck in my mouth. I
momentarily forget how to swallow. Needless to say, I got it down after
holding it in my jaws and breaking it up into two swallows. After that, I was
marked like a piece of meat, a line drawn here, a line drawn there and another
and another.
I continued to feel
anxious as I walked into the surgery room only dressed in a robe and some tacky
little paperish thong panties still being worn from the pictures taken. I
climbed up on the surgical table/gurney, disrobed and was then draped with a
heated blanket. Two nurses were busy with their duties hooking me up to
the blood pressure machine, placing the air pump machine between my calves to
help with circulation and prevention of blood clots (along with my TED hose I
was already wearing).
The anesthesiologist
inserted an IV as he asked a few questions, probably to see how aware I was so
he could measure my responses as he sent me into la la land. He said as
he made friendly conversation "You'll be gone in about a minute".
That was no lie. I felt the burn of the medicine being administered and
remember being gone with what felt like a matter of seconds.
I was pretty groggy
following and remained that way on the way home. I barely remember
getting in the car and I don't even remember how or who put my shirt, robe and
slippers on. I vaguely remember a phone call from my daughter checking on
me but didn't speak with her because I was still too out of it.
I had a severe case of
cotton mouth and presumed it was a side affect from the medicine administered
by the anesthesiologist, that or a result of the concoction taken prior to
surgery. I tried to eat some toast after arriving home but it seemed that
my mouth got even drier and I had to drink something with each bite so I was able
to swallow. I took a pain pill to help with any discomfort that I would soon be
feeling and to also help me sleep.
I rested for a bit,
then according to schedule (every three hours) I had to get up for a bit
to walk around. After being up for a short while, I was still feeling
somewhat groggy and went laid back down. I actually woke up before time
to get up and move around again. So being the Miss Independent that I am,
I tried to get up by myself and was unsuccessful. So I asked for help.
I've been up for
nearly two hours now. I got on Skype with my oldest daughter (she wanted
to check on me) who lives in Canada and I have eaten a little bit of chicken
and a few bites of potatoes that my mom brought over. She'll be staying
the night to help too. Although, the best help from her is just her
company rather than her actually helping.
Now after being up for
a bit longer, I'm not feeling a whole lot of pain, not really a whole lot of
discomfort. Yet. I think I may take a half of a pain pill as it has been almost 8
hours since the first one. I'm not a fan of pain medication but also know
that I need to take it to prevent being uncomfortable unnecessarily.
Surgery
done. Let the recovery phase begins.
On a side note, I had
hoped to post this last night but felt that I probably should go lay down and review
it again later. Good thing for spell check because there were several
misspellings. It really let me know how I was a tad bit loopy last
night.