Hey guys. I'm alive. I know it's been two weeks since my surgery but they've been rough. I'm going to blog about them. But I'll probably have to separate the posts. and I may not finish them all tonight considering its 1230 am and I just took a dose of pain meds, so if there are typos, please excuse me!
Let's start with the day of surgery.
My surgery was scheduled at 1130 am and I arrived at the University of Michigan Health System at 930 am. I got checked in and of course played the waiting game. I was called back to pre op about 1030 am where I got all hooked up to IV's and what not. Met with all the team and discussed what we were going to do and then just played the waiting game. Finally my super attractive anesthesiologist gave me the I don't care drugs and was having me breathe through a mask and then I woke up in recovery.
I wasn't in recovery long. In fact, I wasn't even in there long enough to have my parents come see me. They had given me fentanyl in the recovery room and apparently i must have told them i was still having pain because they asked me if i had a high pain med tolerance which i can sometimes but i dont remember answering. Then there was some sort of mix up and they realized I was supposed to be hooked up to a PCA. So they got the morphine PCA going and asked me if I was ready to go to my room and of course I was like uh yeah. Let's go.
So, I headed to my room and soon my parents were there. They got me all settled and I honestly felt pretty good, I'm sure that was the anesthesia though lol. They also had done a partial saddle block so it was hard for me to move and that scared me at first but once I realized what was going on I was okay.
I wasn't put on any diet restrictions, I was able to order dinner that night. But I honestly dont think I did. I vaguely remember my mom ordering me like vanilla pudding and string cheese and a tea. I just wasn't hungry. My parents told me the update system showed I actually didn't even start surgery until 130, apparently it takes a while to get your knocked out completely and properly positioned on the table because you fall asleep on your stretcher and they move you to the surgery bed onto your belly when you are asleep. My surgery ended around 430 and I was in my room at 6. My parents left about 8.
Thats when my roommate arrived. Oh dear. She came from the ICU. She apparently had been in the ICU for seizures and they had pumped her full of diff meds. I'm still not entirely convinced that she wasn't on other meds or dealing with a mental health issue (which is okay, please do not think im thinking negative on this). She was loud and combative. She thought we were all actors and that we were there to kill her. So her mother had to stay with her, which I preferred because she kinda scared me. I remember just trying to hit my button on my PCA and sleep.
I think we'll stop here and start day 2 in a new entry....
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Let's start with the day of surgery.
My surgery was scheduled at 1130 am and I arrived at the University of Michigan Health System at 930 am. I got checked in and of course played the waiting game. I was called back to pre op about 1030 am where I got all hooked up to IV's and what not. Met with all the team and discussed what we were going to do and then just played the waiting game. Finally my super attractive anesthesiologist gave me the I don't care drugs and was having me breathe through a mask and then I woke up in recovery.
I wasn't in recovery long. In fact, I wasn't even in there long enough to have my parents come see me. They had given me fentanyl in the recovery room and apparently i must have told them i was still having pain because they asked me if i had a high pain med tolerance which i can sometimes but i dont remember answering. Then there was some sort of mix up and they realized I was supposed to be hooked up to a PCA. So they got the morphine PCA going and asked me if I was ready to go to my room and of course I was like uh yeah. Let's go.
So, I headed to my room and soon my parents were there. They got me all settled and I honestly felt pretty good, I'm sure that was the anesthesia though lol. They also had done a partial saddle block so it was hard for me to move and that scared me at first but once I realized what was going on I was okay.
I wasn't put on any diet restrictions, I was able to order dinner that night. But I honestly dont think I did. I vaguely remember my mom ordering me like vanilla pudding and string cheese and a tea. I just wasn't hungry. My parents told me the update system showed I actually didn't even start surgery until 130, apparently it takes a while to get your knocked out completely and properly positioned on the table because you fall asleep on your stretcher and they move you to the surgery bed onto your belly when you are asleep. My surgery ended around 430 and I was in my room at 6. My parents left about 8.
Thats when my roommate arrived. Oh dear. She came from the ICU. She apparently had been in the ICU for seizures and they had pumped her full of diff meds. I'm still not entirely convinced that she wasn't on other meds or dealing with a mental health issue (which is okay, please do not think im thinking negative on this). She was loud and combative. She thought we were all actors and that we were there to kill her. So her mother had to stay with her, which I preferred because she kinda scared me. I remember just trying to hit my button on my PCA and sleep.
I think we'll stop here and start day 2 in a new entry....
