XPost: Home From Surgery
I'm going to see if I can get this all in one post without dozing off
Wednesday morning I left for the hospital at 8 am. Got there at 8:30 and the records still didn't show the update for the 11:00 surgery (They had me down as 10:00)
Went back and did the normal surgery prep thingy... stripped to my birthday suit and put the gown on. I think they took some blood and they hooked me up to the IV.
I had several people check in on me and the surgery finally came in and said surgery was 11. The Anesthesiologist asked me numerous times if I wanted the Versed and I declined because I was in such an optimistic mood. A lady came by and prayed with us.... it was then that I was at total peace with the world and knew everything was going to be OK. A nurse came into my room and said that they were having some issues with the OR, but they got it under control... apparently I was the tallest person they ever had to operate on and they had to rig the table to accommodate me. They actually had to measure the table several times and managed to find an extender.
10:45 rolled around and they finally gave me the versed shot and rolled me off to surgery.
I got into the surgery room and it was so bizarre... The shot kicked in and it was like one of those trippy hippy scenes where peoples faces shook violently almost cartoon like... they put the mask on me and poof... asleep.
1:00 pm and I woke up. I woke up with the sense that I was lying in my own bed and I was a bit shocked to see that I was in a totally different environment. It was then that I realized I survived the surgery. The feeling of relief was so immense and overwhelming that I just started chatting with everyone. "Did they have to cut me open?" "Do I have any drain tubes?" "Did everything go OK?" "Were there any complications?" It was so weird. I didn't focus on any pain, I was just focusing on the positive and the feeling that I was alive and ready to start my new life.
I don't know if they were tired of me talking and yapping or what not.... hell I think they gave me a shot of Valium in my IV to get me to STFU because it was semi hazy from the time they rolled me from PACU to my room.... although I really do remember the ride to my room. (The look on Stephen's face was priceless... he was so shocked to see me up and yapping)
From there I had a few visitors and several tests... blood work, and what have you.
7pm I told Stephen to go home because I knew he was so mentally drained and quite frankly I wanted some quiet time to myself to sit back and meditate. Heck I even sent updates via my black berry and made several phone calls.
8pm they tried to get me up to walk and I was more than happy to do so.. unfortunately when I stood up I wa**** with a ping of nausea. I'm not sure what was worse, the nausea or the cure for nausea. The fenigran shot they gave me in my hip HURT like a mofo. I'd been ripped apart inside and out and I complained about the pain from a little shot in my hip that burned... go figure.
9pm and I was up and walking. I did 3 laps before I got pooped and laid to sit down. I got up again around 2 am and did a few more laps. I got up around 6 am and did some more (The first night I didn't sleep) In the middle of my 6am laps I had to do vials of blood work followed by a batch of physical therapy lessons and occupational therapy sessions.
The rest of the day was basically nap/5 laps/pain pump/various visitors rinse and repeat
That night was a good amount of sleeping with a mix of walking every few hours (I initiated the walks... no one had to tell me. I did 26 laps in my first day)
Friday was basically various tests, a lot of visitors, a much needed shower, and discharge from the hospital.
I did have a few incidents that I address such as straws that were given to me, sugar packs that were given to me... after the 2ND packet of sugar was given to me from Dietary I decided not to eat any more jello for fear of it not being sugar free.
The medical staff at Kettering Hospital was absolutely AMAZING! There were several folks that took care of me who had the surgery so it was really good to deal with folks who knew first hand what I was going through.
Pain level is at a minimal and I'm feeling really good for the most part. My biggest challenge is rolling over in bed... and sleeping since I'm a side sleeper.
Thank you all so much for all the kind words of support as well as helping to prepare me for this wonderful journey.
Tony
Wednesday morning I left for the hospital at 8 am. Got there at 8:30 and the records still didn't show the update for the 11:00 surgery (They had me down as 10:00)
Went back and did the normal surgery prep thingy... stripped to my birthday suit and put the gown on. I think they took some blood and they hooked me up to the IV.
I had several people check in on me and the surgery finally came in and said surgery was 11. The Anesthesiologist asked me numerous times if I wanted the Versed and I declined because I was in such an optimistic mood. A lady came by and prayed with us.... it was then that I was at total peace with the world and knew everything was going to be OK. A nurse came into my room and said that they were having some issues with the OR, but they got it under control... apparently I was the tallest person they ever had to operate on and they had to rig the table to accommodate me. They actually had to measure the table several times and managed to find an extender.
10:45 rolled around and they finally gave me the versed shot and rolled me off to surgery.
I got into the surgery room and it was so bizarre... The shot kicked in and it was like one of those trippy hippy scenes where peoples faces shook violently almost cartoon like... they put the mask on me and poof... asleep.
1:00 pm and I woke up. I woke up with the sense that I was lying in my own bed and I was a bit shocked to see that I was in a totally different environment. It was then that I realized I survived the surgery. The feeling of relief was so immense and overwhelming that I just started chatting with everyone. "Did they have to cut me open?" "Do I have any drain tubes?" "Did everything go OK?" "Were there any complications?" It was so weird. I didn't focus on any pain, I was just focusing on the positive and the feeling that I was alive and ready to start my new life.
I don't know if they were tired of me talking and yapping or what not.... hell I think they gave me a shot of Valium in my IV to get me to STFU because it was semi hazy from the time they rolled me from PACU to my room.... although I really do remember the ride to my room. (The look on Stephen's face was priceless... he was so shocked to see me up and yapping)
From there I had a few visitors and several tests... blood work, and what have you.
7pm I told Stephen to go home because I knew he was so mentally drained and quite frankly I wanted some quiet time to myself to sit back and meditate. Heck I even sent updates via my black berry and made several phone calls.
8pm they tried to get me up to walk and I was more than happy to do so.. unfortunately when I stood up I wa**** with a ping of nausea. I'm not sure what was worse, the nausea or the cure for nausea. The fenigran shot they gave me in my hip HURT like a mofo. I'd been ripped apart inside and out and I complained about the pain from a little shot in my hip that burned... go figure.
9pm and I was up and walking. I did 3 laps before I got pooped and laid to sit down. I got up again around 2 am and did a few more laps. I got up around 6 am and did some more (The first night I didn't sleep) In the middle of my 6am laps I had to do vials of blood work followed by a batch of physical therapy lessons and occupational therapy sessions.
The rest of the day was basically nap/5 laps/pain pump/various visitors rinse and repeat
That night was a good amount of sleeping with a mix of walking every few hours (I initiated the walks... no one had to tell me. I did 26 laps in my first day)
Friday was basically various tests, a lot of visitors, a much needed shower, and discharge from the hospital.
I did have a few incidents that I address such as straws that were given to me, sugar packs that were given to me... after the 2ND packet of sugar was given to me from Dietary I decided not to eat any more jello for fear of it not being sugar free.
The medical staff at Kettering Hospital was absolutely AMAZING! There were several folks that took care of me who had the surgery so it was really good to deal with folks who knew first hand what I was going through.
Pain level is at a minimal and I'm feeling really good for the most part. My biggest challenge is rolling over in bed... and sleeping since I'm a side sleeper.
Thank you all so much for all the kind words of support as well as helping to prepare me for this wonderful journey.
Tony
I'm so glad everything went well. Congratulations. I have two curiousity questions (cuz I'm like that)... How tall are you? and Did you have lap or open incision?
I had one of those pings of nausea the first time I sat up about 2 hours after surgery. I didn't get anything for it. I just sat there in a sweat until it passed... about a minute or so. I have to admit I took the tylenol 3 liquid for a week or so after surgery just at night to sleep. I'm a side sleeper too and rolling was uncomfortable. But during the day I was fine and driving after a week and riding my motorcycle after 4 weeks.
I'm so excited for you Sweetie!
I had one of those pings of nausea the first time I sat up about 2 hours after surgery. I didn't get anything for it. I just sat there in a sweat until it passed... about a minute or so. I have to admit I took the tylenol 3 liquid for a week or so after surgery just at night to sleep. I'm a side sleeper too and rolling was uncomfortable. But during the day I was fine and driving after a week and riding my motorcycle after 4 weeks.
I'm so excited for you Sweetie!
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I'm 6'9"
Here are the issues I had due to that
They had to measure the operating table multiple times and actually use an extender for me.
They initially wanted to go laproscopic but I had to open me because I have such a long torso and the tools were not long enough
The bed in my room had to be extended (that took about 24 hours before they were able to do that.. it was pretty fun because they had to take the bed apart so as not to disturb me.
The hospital I went to... wow... just wow... if anyone needs to travel for surgery I would HIGHLY suggest coming to Dayton.
Tony
Here are the issues I had due to that
They had to measure the operating table multiple times and actually use an extender for me.
They initially wanted to go laproscopic but I had to open me because I have such a long torso and the tools were not long enough
The bed in my room had to be extended (that took about 24 hours before they were able to do that.. it was pretty fun because they had to take the bed apart so as not to disturb me.
The hospital I went to... wow... just wow... if anyone needs to travel for surgery I would HIGHLY suggest coming to Dayton.
Tony
Dang, ya'll who don't have killer nausea after surgery are so lucky!!!!
Happy to hear that everything went so well. Keep sipping and walking and welcome home.
Happy to hear that everything went so well. Keep sipping and walking and welcome home.
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Ohh..any pre-ops reading ...you might want to request something for nausea, since it seems like a common problem.
My surgeon gave me a script at my pre-op appointment for that patch that goes behind your ear. I put it on before my surgery and I had no nausea. If I ever have surgery again I'm definitely requesting that patch!
My surgeon gave me a script at my pre-op appointment for that patch that goes behind your ear. I put it on before my surgery and I had no nausea. If I ever have surgery again I'm definitely requesting that patch!
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