I had my surgery yesterday! The last thing I remember before waking up at 4:30-ish pm that evening is the nurse saying she's going to give me something to relax myself. I can remember shaking next, and a nurse piling blankets on top of me....including around my head. I woke up for real and was in the middle of a panic attack. Even though I had an oxygen mask on, I couldn't breathe, and my arms felt like lead, but I somehow managed to get them up and pull the mask off. The nurse came running over and took the blanket off my head, and put the mask back on, and telling me to breathe slowly and deeply. Then I see my mom and I'm wheeled out to the waiting car, and taken to the couch at home. Waited on hands and foot (literally as one is in a cast) I sleep and groggily make my way through the rest of the evening....with the baby screaming his way around the house until 10:30 when my mom finally decides to put him down. I spend the night on the couch, hopping my way to the bathroom as needed, taking my vicadin whenever......waking up at different intervals of time to take it again as needed. Now I am still on the couch, I can move my toes and feel exactly where the doctor made his incisions. I got pictures of the surgery too!
I also can remember the nurse putting in my IV in my hand, and complaining on how thick my skin is. LOLs......
So, I got a huge migraine from the pills, so I stopped taking it. An entire day of groans and moans and an unexpected visit from my grandmother (she means well, but is the farthest thing from peace and quiet.....); drugging myself on NyQuil, retreating into the cave that is my room, and eight hours later I felt a little more alive and myself. The vicadin is put up, I am taking ibuprofen 800, and the ankle is just warm and clumsy, still in the cast. I go back on Wednesday and get it taken off with a saw, poked at, hmmmmed and hrmfed at, and re-cast in a spiffy new cast (colored!) I guess that's it...
 SaigaDaichi · Tue Nov 25, 2008 @ 07:15pm · 0 Comments |
