Saturday, February 18, 2012

Post Surgical Recap Part One

Surgery back on the 13th went much better than expected. I am certain this is due to several reasons. First, I knew what was going to happen before I went in. I was a little surprised at how I was walked into the room before the woman before me had been moved from the table after her procedure and I got to watch her be carried out on a stretcher and taken to the recovery room though.

My doctor then introduced me to two other doctors who were in the room and explained their titles and where they had traveled from. He then told them they had to be gentle with me and that set my mind a little more at ease. I was still a little concerned about the conditions of the room but there really isn't anything I could do about it. The nurse that put in my IV didn't do so good of a job so when the anesthesiologist put in my anesthesia it pooled up around the end of the needle and their solution was to rub down the length of the needle to get it to go in. That hurt like hell but is the last thing I remember before the surgery.

I'm also not sure what they gave me but while I was on the table I remember sorting bubbles resembling this game:

Only difference is there was no time nor score and each of the bubbles contained some aspect of my life and I was trying to arrange them so that the whole picture made sense. The background in my dream was even pink lol. I remember contemplating things in my life and whether or not they would work out if I moved them into the order I did, etc. I've never had any kind of experience like that and this was not my first time under anesthesia.

When I was taken out of the room, two nurses helped me walk and I was very aware that I was having difficulty walking and I remember being scared I would fall and thankful there was a nurse on each side of me helping me out. (Did you catch that, the woman before me was carried out on a stretcher and I was walked out.) They helped me onto the bed in the recovery room and helped me put my pants on and covered me with a blanket. I was able to help myself some but I'm sure it wasn't very well. For some reason I felt much better about the whole experience and my mind kept focusing on how much I was able to do despite being so drugged up.

A very happy hubby was sat down next to me and with great excitement began to tell me how well things went and how the doctor was excited and he had compared me to several of the women who were in before me this morning and how mine had been much more successful than their surgeries. He told me I had been in the room about 50 minutes and that the women before me were sitting out in another room having tea and they had been quizzing him about us and how we met, etc. The usual for Indian first meetings lol.

I took a long time in recovery which I've figured is normal. I'm not sure if it's my hypothyroidism that keeps me from metabolizing the anesthesia or if it's just too strong for my body considering how rare taking medicines are for me. The maid came in and cleaned the room and told hubby she needed a tip. I find this crass and ridiculous to say the least but he assured me she asked all the other patients as well.

I was very dizzy and kept my head covered for the longest time. I couldn't tolerate the light in the room so once all the nurses left I told hubby to turn it off and the heat back on. They had the heat on while the other ladies were in recovery but for some reason it had been turned off. We could hear the two new doctors in the room next to us. They were doing some kind of work and there was a machine that kept coming on and it sounded like it was vibrating. The doctor came back through a couple of times.

Finally a nurse gave me some kind of other medicine to help me be able to get up because I still wasn't able to even sit up and they put that into my IV which hadn't been removed from my hand and it swelled again and she pushed on it and that's when I realized how sore it was and she stopped and asked if I wanted her to put in a new one. Umm...no. So she moved my whole arm and hand until she got it to work right instead.

By that time I had been in recovery 2 hours and the nurses told hubby I needed to eat and drink something to try and get the dizziness to go away and the medicine to wear off. I had thankfully packed some things because after my last encounter with that room I figured they would again leave us up there and forget about us. So hubby helped me drink some water and eat a granola bar. Then the maid came back wanting me to change clothes so she could have the pajamas I was wearing to go wash them.

I could barely sit up but with hubby's help I managed to get my shirt changed before falling over because I couldn't take any more. I did finally get changed but the maid didn't come back. Instead a much friendlier maid came in later. She tried to speak to me and was very friendly towards me but I didn't understand her so I told her in Punjabi that I didn't understand her and she went and got an English speaking nurse. The maid then checked up on me a couple of times and when the IV drip was running out she went and got a nurse for me as well. Hubby tipped this maid too lol.

When the IV came out of my hand it didn't want to stop bleeding and putting pressure on it hurt quite a bit. My hand was so sore I didn't even want to touch it by that point and here I had to press down really hard to try to clot the blood. It took me about 20 minutes to get it to clot and that's not normal at all. It was still swollen the next day from the assault that IV waged on the back of my hand. I went home and rested for the rest of that day and the next.

Tuesday afternoon I was still experiencing some dizziness and weakness but was otherwise okay. I had the follow up appointment on Wednesday and had to have an IV put in again for more treatment as there were some things not right with my blood work. These were very serious and life threatening things - specifically liver and kidney failure if I didn't get the IV and take some pills to fix it quickly. I again had a follow up on Thursday.

To Be Continued: 


6 comments:

  1. Yikes! Sounds like you have been through the wringer!  I hope that you are feeling better soon and get everything under control (medically speaking).

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  2. Hi Kristy, you had such a ruff time, you have been through so much! You are truly brave!
    Take care and get plenty of rest.

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  3. Hi Kristy,

    Sad to see you going through some rough phase..hopefully you will be out of this phase soon. Nice to read your posts and your version of Indian experiences.. 

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  4. Thank you. I just can't wait to get out of this place.

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  5. Brave or stupid lol. Rohit just better be glad I love him because otherwise I wouldn't have risked this at all. Now I'm regretting it because this dirty ass place wound up giving me an infection as well. I know all that will pass but for the moment I'm seriously pissed for thinking I could get past the dirt and deal with it.

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  6. Thank you! I will recover, this is just feeling like the never ending nightmare at the moment. I'm feeling quite a bit better today though so that helps. Glad you like my blog! :D

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