I sat and waited what seemed like forever and then a bossy nurse from Brooklyn who was not into making small talk had me pee in a cup and then put my sexy gown on. My anesthesiologist came in and talked with me, she totally rocked and I could not even feel the needle she put in. Then the Doctor's assistant came in and told me what to expect and then I was off. I gave a brief hug to Matt and then I was wheeled down to the surgical room....and from there I don't remember anything but waking up.
The last time I had been in surgery was when I was 14 and I talked a lot about my worries about taking my ISAT'S and making the basketball team. Apparently the surgical team got a kick out of that and told the story to everyone, so this time I wanted to act ...not so drugged up. So when I started coming to I remember thinking...ok be calm, don't say anything weird. So I am not sure exactly what I said but I think I asked the nurses about their families and tried to be adult about it. I also remember feeling like I got hit by a truck. My whole body hurt and not to mention my eye kept twitching and burning. Ya I felt like crap and was very disappointed when I found out I would not be getting a morphine drip!
My overall hospital experience went pretty smooth. I had a lot of support. Matt was by my side almost the whole time....except for the time he went out to get food and did not come back for hours...it scared the crap out of me! I was sure he got mugged but he had just met up to hang with a buddy. But Matt's mom was there in the beginning to help me and was seriously an angel. Her nursing background came in handy and I was so glad to have her and Ron there.....Ron was great at bringing me the food I actually wanted to eat, rather then the crappy hospital food. My family also came and it was so great to have them. My mom stayed by my side and stayed the night with me...which was such a blessing...my sister Lara sat with me so Matt could go get some good sleep and her hubby helped chase down nurses when I needed some more meds. My brother Kurt came and stayed and was so adorable as he stayed by my side and helped out and my dad and his support....sticking around and holding the barf bucket for me. There is nothing like family support to get you through the tough times.
Getting through this was harder then I expected and I did not bounce back as quick as my little 14 year old self. A few hours after surgery the physical therapist came and wanted me to get up and see if I could walk. I seriously thought it was a joke and I am pretty sure I said something like, "you gotta be shitting me." (sorry for the profanity but I felt like I got hit by a truck and he wants me to get up and walk it off) So I rolled out of bed and walked a little...just to make this jerk happy. I did not connect with him well. Also the narcotics were really affecting my blood pressure. I already have really low blood pressure and the narcotics would bring it down very low. The first night my nurse was scared and wanted to limit the drugs...which made me a very unhappy patient. The next day I had a great nurse who scheduled my drugs and when the CNA's came in to take my blood pressure when it showed 71 over 35 she assured them that I was ok. I had some great nurses except for the one that could barely speak English, I really disliked her. Not that she could not speak English but that she did not do her job and was not there when I needed drugs...I waited over and hour and a half trying to get her to come in and give me my meds......not a happy camper.
It was intersting to me how I connected with some of my nurses...to all you nurses out there I solute you, you can make a world of difference. My low blood pressure made me nasues and slightly dizzy. One day after my morning walk with the PT I had to use the bathroom, which is a community affair. As I got up I instantly got dizzy and could feel the blood draining from my face. I notified Matt that I was going to pass out and probably vomit...which both happened. Somehow I made it to my bed...and laid down. Later that day my nurse told me how scared it had made her to see me go so white. She promised that she would help me get to feeling better. She took her job seriously, and talked to me more like you would a friend. When her shift was up she left excplicit instructions for the next nurse and even wrote them on the white board in my room. A few days later she was on again and I was having a bad day, I had just vomited agian and the PT showed up wanting me to walk some more. She yelled at him to get out of the room and that I would not be going anywhere today. I was so grateful for her.
My last nurse was the cutest lady and it felt like having your grandma take care of you. I will never forget her potty dance, as she tried to get me hyped up about having a bowel movement. She was darling and when it was time for me to leave I felt a little sad, like I would miss her. She gave us our goodbyes and wished me the best and as we stood in silence I asked for a hug. She gave me a hug and I told her how grateful I was for her and her help, she was a wonderful nurse. She shook her head and said, "a good nurse is only as good as her patient, and you were one of the best." It is funny to me how people like that, who you will never have a lasting relationship with, can still make an impression in your life and change your circumstances.
|The new me! New hardware on both sides, a new fusion and a spacer...which I just found out was made of cadaver bone....which creeped me out and made me grateful at the same time.|