It's about time...

Mar 16, 2009

So I haven't blogged because I really haven't been in the mood. But I'll do my best to tell about my experiences thus far.

On Wednesday I took the poop potion and it went a lot better than I thou hgt it would. I had a hard time sleeping that night for a few reasons, but the biggest being because I was so hungry. I hate trying to go to sleep on an empty stomach. But I made it. The next morning we got out of bed about 8 and got to the hospital at 10 till nine. I got put in a curtained room (pre-op) and got some Versed because I was so nervous, and my IV. They tried to get my IV in my right inside forearm, but it didn't work. I took a picture of the aftermath of that. They finally got it in my right hand. So about 11 Dr. Coates came in and he was really sweet. He said we had about a half hour to go. I kissed my hubby and BF and Mom in law goodbye, then I was off the the OR. When we got in there, of course, I started crying. I always do. I just get so scared about all the lights and machines and all that. The nurses in there were very very sweet and held my hand and told me that I was going to be okay. The Dr. Manaka came in and asked me what I wanted to dream about. I told him Edward Cullen, of course. :) That was about the last thing I remember. I had a student nurse take lots of photos of the surgery that I will post.

The next thing I knew, I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't swallow. It was very, very scary. The nurses kept yelling at me to wake up and cough- I had so much phlegm in my chest that they had to give me quite a few breathing treatments before I was able to breathe right. That was the worst part of the whole thing for me so far. I remember the nice guy who transported me and he talked to me. I remember feeling the weird elevator feeling, too. I don't remember much after that. I do remember pushing my morphine button as many times as it would let me because I was afraid of the pain. My mouth was so dry I felt like I was going to gag. But  as of right now I'm 4.5 days post-op and I haven't thrown up. I've been so afraid that if I do I'll hurt something. I had a really nice lady in the bed next to me named Odette. She had a breast reduction and she was in a lot of pain. She got to go home Friday, and the next person they put in with me was kind of irritating. She was really loud. But I got to go home on Saturday. The nurses and everyone was really glad that I was up walking as much as I was, and doing my spirometry a lot, too. Another awful thing was having to drink the liquid Lortab. It feels like I'm taking a shot of hard alcohol- it burns like that . I still don't like it, but it's getting better. It is the weirdest feeling in the world not knowing how my new body works. I have to relearn all about myself.

I've been taking walks a lot and drinking as much fluids as I can. I've been really, really tired, though. My post-op appointment is on the 19th. Well I'm kinda wiped out from sitting here just this little amount of time, so I'm going to post some pictures and relax with my wonderful husband. I don't know what I'd do without him. So go check out the pictures of my surgery!

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