Yesterday was fun. A pretty short day for me since I was out of it for most of it.
I have to say I never did feel nervous. Clearly a result of the many prayers said on my behalf. I kept waiting for that stomach roll I get when I do get nervous and it never showed. Very nice.
It took a little over an hour to prep me for the surgery. Lots of questions, hook up the IV, more questions, review those questions and then answer them again. Had a very nice nurse and I can't remember her name. I should have asked Damon to remember it for me.
The surgeon came in and quickly told me what he was going to do. The anesthesiologist came in and asked me the same questions as the nurse. He gave me a dose of something (can't remember the name) and told me in a minute I wasn't going to care about anything. He was right. I even waved at a few people in their own pre-op rooms as they wheeled me to the operating room. What can I say, I'm a friendly gal.
Got into the surgery suite and slid over onto the surgery table. Layed back while they adjusted my arm and head onto the egg crate pillows. The anesthesiologist asked me to hold the oxygen mask over my mouth and nose and my first thought was, "Isn't that YOUR job?" I giggled at the thought. The next thing I knew I was waking up from the procedure.
Now, let me preface the next part by telling you that I truly love my husband. He's one of those very even tempered people who rarely gets ruffled by things. I, on the other hand, get ruffled very easily. So when I woke up groggy and sobbing and asking for my husband I can look back and get a good laugh out of it. I sat up right away and was crying and demanding they bring my husband to me. I think the nurse had a hard time not laughing. I asked over and over where is he? Go get him! I want my husband! They had to keep me a little longer due to the lingering effects. haha.
When it was finally time to go to the post-op room, my recovery nurse said I was her most restless patient. No kidding. I kind of laughed at that because Lesley Morgan who does my eyelashes says I'm one of her wiggliest clients. As another nurse wheeled me out of recovery my nurse told her, "You better get her husband right away, she's been demanding him"
Now let me just say, that I realize I'm very sensitive to noise. I hear most noises that don't bother other people. A dripping faucet will make me nuts. Someone tapping a pencil, snapping gum, sniffing instead of BLOWING THEIR NOSE, a pocket change jingler...all will irritate me. And don't even mention a whistler. OMG! Kill me now. I've been know to walk clear to the other side of a grocery store to escape a whistler. So when another patient is next to me and SNORING and I'm still under lingering effects of an anesthesia....ya. well, it wasn't pretty. I'm not sure but I may have cussed.
I heard the nurse for the lady next to my cubicle call her by name and I realized it was the lovely woman who taught Christopher's Sunday School class when he was 4. I told my nurse that I knew her and she skeptically asked how old was the "Alice" that I knew. I said, "I would say probably in her 80s" Yep, I was right. They pulled the curtain back just a little and we visited for quite a while. She has had several strokes and I don't think she really remembered me, but I remember her and how kind she is. Turns out her husband and mine were visiting in the waiting room.
I've tried to be only positive in my postings but there are a lot of negative things happening too. I'm just choosing not to focus on them. I spent half the day yesterday telling what drug I'm allergic to. It's on my chart, it was written in bold letters on my wrist band, I told them over and over. Yet the prescription I got for an antibiotic after surgery was the exact thing I'm allergic to. When I said something I was told I should have mentioned it. WHA?????? Are you kidding me?????
Today I feel like I pitched one too many baseballs. The muscles in my shoulder and chest are very sore. The Power Port is implanted about mid chest on the right side. It's the size of a quarter and completely under the skin. It's anchored to the chest wall so it doesn't slide around. The infusion team will numb it with some gel then insert the needle to give me the chemotherapy. My left side hurts like heck from the tumor, and my right side hurts from the port. There is no hugging this girl today.
Today I get to rest a little. Spend some time with my kids. Enjoy the Christmas tree and lights. Visit with friends on the phone, through email and Facebook. Watch the "baby" play in the snow. He gets to attend a friend's Christmas party this afternoon. And just plain relax a little before the heavy duty stuff begins.
We wish you a Merry Christmas.
Keep the Faith.
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