Recovery
The operation went quite well, although I woke up to nurses saying they'd had a scare with me in the operating room. The pain was quite spectacular, although not the kind of pain to cry about. Just the kind of pain you marvel at. "Holy fucking hell! That really hurts quite a lot and it's not going away..."
One of the post-op people injected me with morphine and said I would feel better in 5 minutes, but I actually felt worse, I didn't want to panic, but although my body felt relaxed the pain from the 3 operations in my nose was so intense my eyes were watering and I had to do some lamaze breathing. It would have made me laugh had my laughing muscles not been connected to my face. So they actually injected me with morphine for 3 hours before the pain went down a little and although they said it wasn't far enough down on the scale to release me, I told them I would sign a form because my mother was waiting for me and I just wanted to go home. I was miffed that at first they were awking if I was serious about the pain or if I was lying. Why in the world would I be lying? 'Cause it's fun in the recovery room staring at chipped-paint walls and the clock? I did ballet for ten years, I danced on twisted ankles, broken bones, shredded, bleeding feet. I've had second degree burns on my legs, from chicken broth which eats at your flesh until there's none left. I gave birth twice... They didn't bring it up again.
Anyway it was 6 before I was back with my mother. I had been at the hospital since 7am. I had been dehydrated and hadn't eaten since midinght the night before per their instructions. Not the funnest thing ever. To make matters worse, they decided to give me tylenol with codeine before I left which slurred my words, made me want to faint and throw up and crawl into a hole.
Not the funnest thing ever either.
So I had 5 different medications and was in my lazy-boy chair until thursday morning, when I got the metal they had put in my nose taken out. Also, not fun. I actually cried at that. My husband took me. After that I got to get back to eating! I was so tired of those yucky shake things. Cold soup. Yuck! I could finally eat whatever I wanted.
It's amazing the difference when you eat right and you don't. I was sad when they told me to eat only popsicles, pudding and yogurt. I was like, how am I supposed to get better if I'm eating like that? So I got shakes at least, and took my vitamins and flax seed oil. I was even able to excercise from thursday on, as long as I didn't bend over or jump around. Weights was good (not too much weight so i didn't bleed more) and some slowed-down tae-bo.
I had a pretty good week, although daytime television (that I used to like) is really, really bad. Maybe it's my perspective.
The most challenging was Charlie getting sich and waking up several times a night from monday on. My husband just would not wake up so I had to. I probably stunted my recovery by picking him up and walking the halls so many times. But I saw the doctor and I'm fine. And my doctor is so cool she's helping me find speciallists that could help me find out what's wrong with Charlie.
So it was all worth it, even though I can't tell if I'll breath better yet since I can't blow my nose and the stitches and dried blood and yucky stuff have filled it right up.
I wish I had a picture of me with the huge bandage. And I wish I had a picture of when they took off the huge bandage and my nose was really that big underneath. It was like I was a new race on Star Trek or something. A big, glowing shiny nose with bruises. LOL.
Must go back to sleep now, medication makes me nausious. Will catch up with the flist.
One of the post-op people injected me with morphine and said I would feel better in 5 minutes, but I actually felt worse, I didn't want to panic, but although my body felt relaxed the pain from the 3 operations in my nose was so intense my eyes were watering and I had to do some lamaze breathing. It would have made me laugh had my laughing muscles not been connected to my face. So they actually injected me with morphine for 3 hours before the pain went down a little and although they said it wasn't far enough down on the scale to release me, I told them I would sign a form because my mother was waiting for me and I just wanted to go home. I was miffed that at first they were awking if I was serious about the pain or if I was lying. Why in the world would I be lying? 'Cause it's fun in the recovery room staring at chipped-paint walls and the clock? I did ballet for ten years, I danced on twisted ankles, broken bones, shredded, bleeding feet. I've had second degree burns on my legs, from chicken broth which eats at your flesh until there's none left. I gave birth twice... They didn't bring it up again.
Anyway it was 6 before I was back with my mother. I had been at the hospital since 7am. I had been dehydrated and hadn't eaten since midinght the night before per their instructions. Not the funnest thing ever. To make matters worse, they decided to give me tylenol with codeine before I left which slurred my words, made me want to faint and throw up and crawl into a hole.
Not the funnest thing ever either.
So I had 5 different medications and was in my lazy-boy chair until thursday morning, when I got the metal they had put in my nose taken out. Also, not fun. I actually cried at that. My husband took me. After that I got to get back to eating! I was so tired of those yucky shake things. Cold soup. Yuck! I could finally eat whatever I wanted.
It's amazing the difference when you eat right and you don't. I was sad when they told me to eat only popsicles, pudding and yogurt. I was like, how am I supposed to get better if I'm eating like that? So I got shakes at least, and took my vitamins and flax seed oil. I was even able to excercise from thursday on, as long as I didn't bend over or jump around. Weights was good (not too much weight so i didn't bleed more) and some slowed-down tae-bo.
I had a pretty good week, although daytime television (that I used to like) is really, really bad. Maybe it's my perspective.
The most challenging was Charlie getting sich and waking up several times a night from monday on. My husband just would not wake up so I had to. I probably stunted my recovery by picking him up and walking the halls so many times. But I saw the doctor and I'm fine. And my doctor is so cool she's helping me find speciallists that could help me find out what's wrong with Charlie.
So it was all worth it, even though I can't tell if I'll breath better yet since I can't blow my nose and the stitches and dried blood and yucky stuff have filled it right up.
I wish I had a picture of me with the huge bandage. And I wish I had a picture of when they took off the huge bandage and my nose was really that big underneath. It was like I was a new race on Star Trek or something. A big, glowing shiny nose with bruises. LOL.
Must go back to sleep now, medication makes me nausious. Will catch up with the flist.