It’s been about a week since my surgery. And I am still
here. I made it. The surgery was long and I am not going to lie the recovery is
tough. But I made it.
I was at the hospital at about 5:15am in the morning this
past Tuesday. As I changed and was being prepped by the nurses in the preop
room, two family members were allowed to see me at a time. Each coming in a
little more nervous than the next. My nurse was amazing. She kept me calm and
allowed me to get watery eyed without making me feel ashamed.
The anesthesiologist came in several times to check in with
me an answer questions. I didn’t have any. It was two hours before the surgery
at this point and I didn’t know the point. It would just panic me.
The last thing I remember is being wheeled away and then I
woke up.
The pain on the first night was unimaginable. Every time, I
opened my eyes my eyes were spinning (literally they’re complications with my
nerves). I could not stop vomiting. Everything hurt. To add to the nauseas they
have you attached to all these machines that keep you moving to prevent
thrombosis. The bed is moving slowly and they put these pads that massage your
legs. Add a catheter and it’s a shit show and a half. I was in hell.
I had a panic attack the next night. I never felt my heart
beat so fast. The poor residents sent to check on me did their best to calm me.
But it was just too painful and uncomfortable.
Honestly, IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. I took me about a day to
understand but after they told me they got all of it I felt like I won the
lottery. After about 24 hours after my
surgery all my symptoms, while still severe, were at about half. This implies
that most of my symptoms were from anesthesia. (Which is what my
anesthesiologist, probably kind of knew, and why he kept on insisting on asking
me questions)
I am getting back to life now. I cannot really hear out of
my left ear. And my body is incredibly sore. My rib on my right side, the side
I was laying on during my surgery, bothers me the most tonight. But it changes
from day to day. Walking and light stretching (trying to touch my toes without
letting my head fall) on the floor really really helps. They give you this lung
machine to practice on the help defend against pneumonia and relief body
stiffness but it sucks. Its really tiring and makes me loose my breath. I
prefer the stretching. My vision has greatly improved. I sometimes don’t see
double which is great. And I can read a couple pages of a book before I get too
tired. Background noise is really nice but too much can be alarming.
This sounds kind of bad reading it back. But it feels so
good to type it. I am functioning. And it looks like with time (I mean it’s
only been a week) I will recovery quite well. And they got it all. Even if a
small microscopic amount its left it will take a good 20 years for it to come
back. And that sounds amazing.
The drugs they put me on are intense. I am on hydrocdone for
the pain, dextromethropham for antiinflamation, prilosix to protect my stomach,
and miralx to keep me from getting
stocked up.) I have been eating organic yogurt and it has been making me go
famously.) The steroids are tough but really help the most with the pain, I
feel. They make me very wiry, jittery, and sore. It’s hard to sleep. Most of
the time I am too tired to get up but to anxious to sleep so I just lay there. Its
seems to work. I feel rested after.
The hydrocodone puts me more to sleep than anything. It knocks
me on the floor.
Day2
I am getting tired. Here are some pics of my scar. Its
incredible how fast its healing.
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