Here I am, laying in a hospital bed waiting for the surgery to start. Putting on my brave face for my son. He iskissing my IV because as he sees it, it's another owy.
I was actually just getting over a cold when I was waiting for surgery to start. I had a slight cough and my throat was a little swollen on one side and sore. I was so worried that they would cancel the surgery because of it, didn't want to wait any more. They went ahead, not really knowing I was feeling that way, I don't reccommend doing this, unless of course you live in Canada and already waited 3 years. (add a little sarcassim)
They had me in the operating waiting room after that where a nurse asked a few questions about the operation just to make sure I knew what was about to happen. Then my doctor came to my bedside and went over things again with me. I asked if the pain will be as bad as the flare ups I had and he said he would be surprised if it was. That reasured me, tired of the pain.
This brought me to the operating room. The guys all introduced themselves to me while I was laying on a freezing cold bed with no blanket preping me. The anathegeologist was sticking cold monitors on me and asked if I was having fun yet. lol Another guy said, 'looks like you got the all guy room'. They put a mask on me and told me they were just giving me extra oxygen at which point I looked at him with a dirty look thinking I ain't falling for that. I hear him say 'nice deep breaths', started to feel very tired all of a sudden, then I was out.
I was actually just getting over a cold when I was waiting for surgery to start. I had a slight cough and my throat was a little swollen on one side and sore. I was so worried that they would cancel the surgery because of it, didn't want to wait any more. They went ahead, not really knowing I was feeling that way, I don't reccommend doing this, unless of course you live in Canada and already waited 3 years. (add a little sarcassim)
They had me in the operating waiting room after that where a nurse asked a few questions about the operation just to make sure I knew what was about to happen. Then my doctor came to my bedside and went over things again with me. I asked if the pain will be as bad as the flare ups I had and he said he would be surprised if it was. That reasured me, tired of the pain.
This brought me to the operating room. The guys all introduced themselves to me while I was laying on a freezing cold bed with no blanket preping me. The anathegeologist was sticking cold monitors on me and asked if I was having fun yet. lol Another guy said, 'looks like you got the all guy room'. They put a mask on me and told me they were just giving me extra oxygen at which point I looked at him with a dirty look thinking I ain't falling for that. I hear him say 'nice deep breaths', started to feel very tired all of a sudden, then I was out.
Me with an oxygen tube, Mikhail (my son) in the background checking the monitor.
When I started to wake up my hand went immediately to my neck. It was so painful. The nurse stopped me from grabbing my neck so I asked if I could have something for it. She rolled up a small towel and placed it under my neck, from then to about day 5 that was my pillow.
My son giving me another hug :)
No, not a flattering photo of my AT ALL. Here I am with my 'pillow'. The rolled up towel was the only way I could tollerate the pain.
This was the incision area where they performed the surgery still bandaged up.
and the lovely slippers I got to use.
My son helped me through this more that he will ever know. <3
I had to get up and try to walk after the surgery. I knew I would do better if I did. My son liked to go with me.
Dinner, I remember having a hard time eating this. I was really hard to swallow after the surgery for about three days. I felt like I was choking on my food.
my 'help' button.
Bruises from the pain shots they were giving me. They were not to gentle with those.
IV
My water and the Juice I saved for when my son was coming. Juice is a treat in our house. :)
Breakfast, more choking...
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