Hey dear friends,
This is mostly about my surgical stay. A little long--feel free to rejoin us next time if you're not up for a detailed report. . . . although you'll miss the part about Lady Gag-Gag and about the 14 year old boy who told me to take my top off . . . .
I'm back home. DH was there to pick me up this morning at 7:15 and we walked through the door at 8:30. Dorothy got it right, "there's no place like home." Thanks so much for your prayers and support. It really helps. The surgery went very well. No more tingling or numbness in arms or legs and the weirdness I felt while walking is almost entirely gone. Miraculous, really.
In addition to the lack of bad symptoms, I now have a 3 inch scar on my neck, lots of bruising that's just showing up today (it looks sort of like someone tried to strangle me!), and lots of telltale adhesive outlines left over from the dozens of monitors they stuck to my body. I also get to ditch the Ubangi Appliance (neck brace)--YAY!
It turns out that I did have to get the breathing tube inserted before they gave me the general anesthetic. As my doctor explained it, his first concern was my safety, his second concern was my comfort. One of the symptoms of pressure on the spinal cord is having increased reflex reactions. All my reflexes were hyper and a little parade of interns came through to test a neat little reflex called the Hoffman reflex (flicking my middle finger resulted in my thumb flexing). I don't know whether the "gag-reflex" is officially included in this reflex reaction category, but I can attest that my own particular gag reflex was working overtime yesterday. A perfectly lovely resident named Sarah somehow turned into Lady Gag-Gag and kept inserting long sticks with marshmallow sized hard cotton balls drenched with nasty tasting numbing lotion. And she held them at the back of my throat for 15 seconds at a time. God was merciful though, because that's the last thing I remember before waking up in the recovery room.
I really liked my team (even Sarah) and got great care. They were all working for me and it's incredible to understand that I was just the first patient in a long day for them. My doctor greeted me at 6:30 am and came by to see me last night around 7:30 before he headed home after his last patient. Amazing.
After I got back to the ward it was lunch time. The nurse brought my lunch and whipped off the domed plate cover and I had her put it back on. I think it was some sort of chicken with onions, but the smell didn't agree with me at all. I ate the canned pears from the tray and sent the rest back. Dinner also got sent back. No nausea, but Salisbury steak covered with gravy, pasty white noodles, and overcooked boiled collard greens did not appeal at all. (the male nurse was happy to have it and took it for his dinner). I took the small apple and the milk from the dinner tray. I had brought an orange in my bag, so ended up eating three pieces of fruit and some milk. I did eat some breakfast today--not terribly appetizing, but I was hungry. Scrambled eggs, french toast, and a piece of ham. I ate half of each offering. I was down 2 pounds this morning when I got home!
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I also didn't sleep well last night. We got up at 3:45 am to get to the hospital on time and I was "out" for about 3 hours during my surgery, but I figured that trying to get to sleep around 9:30 was reasonable. Between the noise from the ward (buzzers beeping, phones, someone else's TV), the lumpy bed with hard plastic cased pillow, and the intermittent visits of the nurses (10, 11:30, 1, 3:30, 4) I probably only got 2 hours of sleep last night. I got up at 4, gave myself a sponge bath and got dressed. My kindle with a good book and reading light was a godsend. I was (re)reading The Reckoning, the third book in Sharon Kay Penman's Welsh Trilogy

. The book took me to a faraway place and held my interest. I also had the nano with some nice relaxing music. I'm a little sleepy right now and may take another cat nap.
I really don't have much pain and have waved off all attempts to give me narcotics and am sticking to tylenol. (My pain level is very low and if I take the narcotics I may have nausea and constipation and won't be able to drive--no narcotics for me, thank you very much.) I was able to walk 6000 steps yesterday (I took my baby nano with pedometer) astounding my nurses and the neurosurgery resident who came to check on me. I did it in several trips--walking actually felt good and helped warm my muscles (especially upper back/neck area) that were a little sore. I also did a few gentle yoga stretches to relieve some of the soreness. I must say that right now (after a 4 hour nap this morning) I'm fairly sore and achey. I slept through the time when I should have taken my tylenol. They say you should keep
ahead of the pain, I'll have to remember that! DH and I are going to walk along the river path when he gets home.
One last hospital person profile to keep you smiling. There was a corpsman who did part of my pre-op appointment. He looked about 14--really (he could have been 17 which is the age at which he could enlist, but he looked very young). He was a little nervous and stiff; he was probably new in his job. He didn't talk much. He took my vitals and then said "take your top off." No "we're going to do an EKG, I'll need to attach some monitors to your skin . . " just "take your top off." Considering his age and underlying nervousness, It flitted through my mind to wonder if he used this line on his girlfriend . . . Without further instruction, I took my blouse off, but kept on my undergarment. That was apparently okay.
I did take some pix of my incision and bruising, but decided not to post them. Maybe later, when I have some more healed up pix to put next to them.
I'm hoping that I can get back to my focus on losing weight now that this surgery is behind me. I'm planning a good WW dinner (low fat, whole grains, not overcooked!).
Thanks again for your support.
Tish