Last time around, it took three days or so for me to be back to blogging. Right? Well, I blogged three days later that I was going to blog on the fourth day.
While I’m not 100% ready to be back to writing long, explain-y [that’s a word, I promise] posts, I do want to update you all on the second surgery.
So this time around, I had to be at the hospital around 11:30. At 7:15 on Friday morning, the hospital called back and asked me to be there by 11. Okay, fine, I could do that. I’d been up since 5:30 anyway, watching Rescue Me, so it wasn’t like they were asking me to wake up any earlier to get there, right? I got a shower, M got up and got ready, and we headed to the hospital.
If you want to deal with something super fun, try getting new insurance about a week before surgery. The poor admissions people at Penn were so confused. It took at good 30 minutes for them to figure out my previous insurance still had me as active, and the new insurance did, too. There was a bit dissension about what the co-pay/deductible to be paid was, but I politely asked them to bill me and was sent upstairs to the Pre-Op holding area.
Got all checked in, spoke with an anesthesiologist, spoke with a nurse, saw M, and Mom arrived right as they were getting ready to take me back to the OR. Then the nurse realized no one had marked me for surgery. So after a few minutes of waiting, one of Dr. Zager’s team came, marked the correct side of my head, and I was rolled away. I chatted wth the nurses while they switched me to the operating room table, talked to the anesthesiologist [the same one who did both my angiogram and first surgery!], and was out.
I woke up several hours later in the ICU, and things were . . . different. I wasn’t in nearly as much pain. I talked to the nurses. I wasn’t exactly pleased I had to ask to see my family this time around, but I got past that. The most irritating thing this time around was having to use a bed pan [ugh] and not exactly getting pain meds without having to ask for them. At one point, the pain woke me up and I was so nauseated I had to ask for Zofran, but didn’t get any pain meds until I woke up again an hour later. Then there was the funny of the floor nurse the second night trying to tell me two narcotics were the exact same thing [they’re VERY MUCH NOT the same thing] and me giggling.
This recovery has been better than the last. Unfortunately, I did way too much yesterday and slept until 11:30 this morning. Whoops.
So. Any questions this time? I’m happy to answer them!