Friday, January 7, 2011
Pain, Percocet and Blogger
Not a good combo...
Surgery went well on Wednesday morning...that is after the fourth try to get an IV started. Yep...two nurses couldn't insert the IV properly, so it was decided to let the anesthesiologist give it a try. He had to insert the needle in the inside of my lower arm (I'm sure that area has a name, but the Percocet is keeping my mind from any form of extensive thinking). He flubbed it, at which point the surgeon joined the unexpected IV Party and asked how he could help...I asked if the offer was for the doc or for me (with tears running down my face-I just don't do needles well). The anesthesiologist found another good vein, the surgeon held my hand and finally we were ready to roll into the operating room! Yay!
Several hours later, I was on my way home! Yay! Crutches and a Surgical Boot which keeps my foot at an angle, so that my toes bear none of my body weight. Steps are not fun. Dressing is not fun. Showering is taboo for two weeks. And to think I chose to put myself through this??? yikes. My brother-in-law, Phil who suffered his 7th heart attack on Christmas called to see how I am doing (can you believe this guy???) I asked for Sponge-Bath suggestions... he told me they simply suck. Okay. He did suggest a product called Comfort Bath Wipes, which hospitals use for sponge baths and they seem to work. So, enough about my hygiene habits or lack thereof until I feel better. Nausea has become my bosom buddy. Not sure if it is the meds or the pain...but I will say that Brown Rice, Ginger Ale and Black Cherry Jell-O seem to keep me feeling the best I can...all things considered.
So what does AirmanMom choose to do while feeling dizzy, and icky...let's change the blogger layout. I botched it...so I have a temporary template. When I am feeling better, I will take some time and figure out the html's and other fun stuff which percocet is not allowing my mind to think clearly enough to figure out right now!
Enough whining... I am grateful for my Hubster who takes excellent care of me. I was serenaded by my Grandgirls yesterday afternoon on the phone yesterday afternoon... they sang "You Are My Sunshine" which was the sweetest sound in all the world. Prayers and calls from friends have been so deeply appreciated. And I do thank God that I live in this Blessed Nation... we have skilled surgeons and health care which provides a speedy recovery. Simply the fact I know I will recover, is a blessing in itself.
Thanks for reading...however if you did not make it to the end of this post, no worries...this is one of those posts which I write as a reminder to myself for that 'one day' when I choose to reflect on this surgery. Good health is one of our richest blessings.