Hi y'all. I had my surgery 5 days ago and am recovering well at my sis' home. She's pampering me and making sure I get all my protein and pain medication in.
As far as the surgery itself, I remember feeling happy and confident in the presurgery room. I wasn't the least bit concerned about the procedure but I made sure to speak to my anasthesiologist about some problems I'd encountered in previous surgeries. I felt like I was in very capable hands and I remember waving to my hubby and sis on my way to the operating room. I was asleep before I got there. It's amazing but whatever medicine they put in my IV to calm me down put me to sleep.
I woke up about 3 hours later in the recovery room and remember feeling a slight tightness on my stomach but otherwise just felt nice and high. I asked the nurses to help me to the restroom and they kept reminding me to keep my eyes open. I didn't feel much pain but wanted to sleep as I walked... lol
Soon I was transferred to the ICU and I heard the nurse telling me my sis was there. Sis had a big smile on her face so I knew everything had gone well. Then I saw my in-laws and eventually my hubby, once he was assured I looked ok (he doesn't handle hospital situations very well). I was in ICU because of the CPAP not because of any other complications.
Before long the pain started kicking in and I began HATING the big bed in ICU. I'm only 5'3" and was upset the bed couldn't go any lower than it did and climbing in and out of the bed was more painful than anything else had been thus far. I became quite frustrated and cried feeling I had done the wrong thing. I had this surgery to become self-sufficient and instead was feeling I was at someone's mercy. I couldn't get up and use the bathroom when I wanted to and would have to wait in pain. Anyway, it was soon over and I was sent to a regular room.
My new room was equipped with a much LOWER bed and that in itself made the stay a lot more tolerable. There was also a triangle to hang onto to get in and out of bed. The nurses and techs were wonderful and took care of my slightest need, including bathing and hygiene needs. The first day was all IVS, the 2nd was liquids and I've been on a pureed diet since.
I've had to readjust to eating and drinking a LOT slower. My stomach is the boss for sure! Anyway, I'm so happy I'm on the other side now and thank God every day for his love in all of this. I have a new lease on life and I'm so excited to get going. I'm walking daily and still taking my percocet whenever the need arises. Btw the morphine pump was WONDERFUL! I'm a firm believer of taking advantage of whatever is given to us to make our recovery easier. God Bless us All! THANK you all who have written sending me your best wishes. My littermates still continue to be in my daily prayers. Much love--