My Wednesday, May 23rd stared with getting the boys (aged 17 and 14) out the door for their next-to-the-last-day of school. Plans for the day were double checked. My surgery was scheduled for 1:00 pm, so Son17 would have to pick up his brother after school.
This was my first surgery. I was feeling a bit apprehensive. I had a brief crying jag the day before (I watch too much Dateline NBC, and was haunted by the story about how surgical patients’ faces could catch fire during surgery because of the anesthesia). Luckily, Husband was there to talk me down off the edge and reassure me that people DO wake up again, and that my face was NOT going to catch on fire.
We arrived for the surgery Center and filled out the mountains of paperwork. Interestingly enough, I had received a phone call the previous day telling me how much my Co-pay would be and asking "if I would be able to pay the Co-pay in full" before surgery. That was something that I had never encountered before.
The waiting room was amusing. An orthopedic supply rep stopped to talk to my husband, looked at me and said "ahhh, softball right? He told you so…" It appears that I am quite the topic of conversation in the break room.
Back in the pre-Op area, I was dressed in a gown and booties and hooked up to the IV. Husband and I settled in to wait. Doctors, anesthesiologists and nurses all popped in to say "hi" and "he told you so." Hmmm…it must have been a slow week for gossip.
My nerves overcame me as they wheeled me into surgery. I didn’t have my contacts in, so everything was blurry. As they took me into the freezing cold room, I couldn’t see anyone’s face, but I do remember a small person in black scrubs springing forward to get me onto the OR table.
Note to OR staff - while black scrubs may look cool, they are not the correct color to wear in this situation. The words "Angel of Death" kept reverberating through my mind.
My anesthesiologist was one of Husband’s favorites. She made sure I knew exactly what was happening at all times, but, my God, things moved quickly. People were practically running to get things done.
Son14, has had multiple surgeries, and he told me to take big breaths when they put the mask on my face and try to fall asleep. So that it what I did…
…That hour and a half in surgery was over before I even knew I was out.
I woke up in the recovery room with no pain, except for a sore throat from the breathing tube. Although my left leg was the one operated on, my right was enclosed in an inflatable sling, which was more annoying than anything.
I had no nausea, and was giving some soda for my throat. After a relatively short time, I was moved to the second stage recovery and joined by Husband.
I didn’t talk to Doctor after surgery (Husband did though) and after an absolutely delicious snack of hot tea and saltines (I’m serious - they tasted wonderful), I was free to go.
My orders are to keep it elevated, use crutches at all time (no weight at all) and make a follow-up appointment for 10 to 12 days in the future.
There was some concern about how much my toes were swelling and how purple they were when I put my foot down. But, my blood pressure is always low, and my digits are always some strange color.
Off we went with a prescription for Nucynta pain pills and Fragmin blood thinner (I had a blood clot in the same leg when I was pregnant with Son14) and a flashy lime green cast.