Ouch

Ouch

I went into yesterday’s surgery a little anxious but became comfortable once settled into the hospitaly things I have unfortunately become so comfortable with. Giving my medical history, changing into the gown and the socks with the grippy things on the bottom, the fabulous nurses, peeing in a cup, getting the IV.

There was lots of joking going on as I was being wheeled into the OR. I asked if they listened to music while they operated. They said they all liked Pandora. The day before was a big Green Day fest I was informed. A humming nurse leaned over, patted my hand and told me her name was Kate. We discussed the dark chilly weather seen out the OR window and how it looked like night, even though it was 8:30am. My anesthesiologist put in the magic juice and the next thing I knew I was in recovery. It is a scary ride for some but one that I have become comfortable with strangely. I felt dried tears on my cheek and wondered if I had cried or if liquid had just escaped my eyes.

My recovery nurse could have been a little sweeter but I eventually won her over.

I woke to SEARING pain in my right side. It sucked. Apparently, my expanders were migrating to my armpits, so when Dr. B put in the implants he had to stitch up on both sides of my chest so my saline implants wouldn’t try the same thing. (Why do boobs want to hide under the armpits?)

Leaving the hospital and when I boozily posted on Facebook last night, I was still under the delicious IV drugs that they give you at the hospital.

But then the pain started.

And it fucking hurt.

Especially the right side.

I think it is my history with lupus that makes me sort of immune to pain killers. It’s frustrating.

I barely slept and took everything and anything I could in my pain pill arsenal. Nothing was working. I was weepy.

Because all of the pain meds make me itchy, I took Benadryl and then finally my sleeping pill. I eventually dozed off about 1am only to be woken up every 30 minutes or so by the stabbing pains in the side of my chest.

Ugh.

So, here I lay at Noon on Thursday, trying not to move, and focusing on the fact that this pain is SO much better than the first surgery.

Yesterday I told my mom that a doctor I didn’t know walked by me when I was in recovery. He stopped after walking by me and turned around. He said ‘You can’t be sick, you’re smiling.’

I said “Oh, was I? How funny. I didn’t know I was. I guess I just feel lucky.”

And I do.

Thanks for all of the well wishes. It’s nice to feel loved.

PS- Shout out to Tay and the power of 4. You girls rule.

PSS- Today is supposed to be a Thursday Love day. Let’s just say that today my loves are silence, my bed, Percocet, my neighbor B,  and my most fabulous superhero husband.