I’ll Tell You What…

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I’m approaching the 2-day post op mark and I must say that this hasn’t been fun. Of course, nobody said it was going to be fun but I didn’t think it would be as bad as it was.

My anesthesiologist knocked me out while I wasn’t paying attention. Usually they will say something like, “Count back from 100…” I never made it past 93. And the next thing I know I’m writhing in pain in recovery and trying to breathe around my oxygen mask. I heard sentence fragments such as “increase the morphine dosage” and “Let’s switch to Dilaudid.” I also heard, “I’m taking your wallet” but that was just my ex-wife letting me know that since I would be staying over-night at the hospital she would hold on to my wallet. I never doubted I would get it back in one piece because I trust her.

Honestly, I have never experienced pain to such a degree. Even in the midst of my harshest RSD pain, it was never close to the pain I felt post op. It took several more hours to get the pain under control. That was not the highlight of my day!

No, the highlights came in the form of nurses. All three of the nurses that took care of me were wonderful. They were genuine in their concern for me and they made me feel as though I was the only patient on the second floor. I will have to find out their names so I can send them some flowers. I’m sure they would appreciate it.

It’s good to be home.