God gave me so much peace the day of the surgery. I can’t believe how well I handed it all. Having Mike with me every step of the way has been such a comfort.
In the pre-opt room, I learned that the surgeon’s team had been working for weeks on my case, making sure everything was as corn free as possible. I was happy to wake up 11.5 hrs later to hear that surgery went well.. and that I had had no bad reactions. Yay!
The week since has had it’s ups and downs. It was such a blessing to have my mom stay 24/7 with me in the hospital. The lortab that I had had specially made without corn gave me hallucinations so I ended up taking some not so corn free percocet instead. Returned home from the hospital Saturday afternoon.
Sunday was a good day. Monday another story. Vomited all day long. Bye, Bye, nice, pain meds.
Tuesday, I went to see Dr. Paula Gilliam, a chiropractor, to see if she could help me with acupuncture. Loved it. It helped with the nausea and my post surgery lungs (risk of pneumonia) which were worse after a day of vomiting.
3 AM Wednesday morning, I couldn’t stand it any more. One of the stitches holding one of the drain tubes in under my arm was ripping through my side, felt like a fish hook. I went in the bathroom to take a look and sure enough it was bleeding.
My choice was to take it out right then so I could get some sleep, or to wait another 36 hrs till I could drive 2 bumpy hrs. down to see Dr. Fix during his office hrs. to have him take it out. I had been off the drugs for quite a while at that point, which made it easy to make a rational decision.
I was so happy once I had the first stitch snipped and drain tube out (almost did a little dance), that I decided to pull out three more. I left the last one in that was still draining quite a bit. Luckily for me, one of my drains had lost suction in the hospital and I knew what to do from watching them pull that one out.
My body wasn’t as happy as I was to be rid of them and I ended up even more nauseous than before. Acupuncture to the rescue again. Wednesday was my first good day. I ate, I watched TV for the first time and felt half alive. Thank you Dr. Paula Gilliam.
Today was even a better day. More acupuncture, a good pathology report, and Mike and I are off to Chick-Fil-A to celebrate. Thank You, Jesus!