Once we all got to the hospital we went up to the second floor and waited only a few minutes before they called me back to go to the presurgery area around 7 am. This presurgery area was set up similar to some emergency room areas I've seen, where it's just a little room with the front wall being a curtain. It seemed really busy and there was not much privacy. I had to explain to this nurse the whole autoimmune thing, why I'm taking the medication I'm taking and so forth. Then the anesthesiologist came in and asked similar questions. They then brought my husband and mom back to the room to hang out with me. I had already been drawn on by the plastic surgeon so the nurse and anesthesiologist decided I could have some relaxing medicine.
|Maybe the best picture of me since Tuesday October 4th!! Nice huh.|
I remembered very little from there. I know that the breast surgeon stopped in, but I don't remember what we talked about. I was mentally prepared to go awake into the operating room, but I really don't even remember falling asleep. I was there with my mom and husband and then suddenly...
Once in my room they tried taking my vitals and put the blood pressure cuff on my arm, but as soon as it started filling up it hurt so bad I asked them to stop, and they seemed surprised. From then on I instisted that they did it on my leg, which I did have to remind them them of a couple times as they approached my arms.
My mom and husband were in the room waiting for me along with some beautiful flowers from my ex mother inlaw. My mom and husband filled me in on what they had been told about the surgery - I was on the table for 7 hours, everything had gone well. The lymph node biopsies were negative, and they didn't see anything abnormal in the breast tissue. No Cancer!
Later that evening the nurses had called an anesthesiologist to come in and talk to me about my arms. I was really worried that it was lymphedema or some severed muscle or nerves. I was scared that it could be permanent and how life changing that would be. His explanation at the time was that it was likely from the position I was in as they operated. They had my arms strapped down over my head for the entire 7 hours with out moving them. Apparently during long surgeries the patients arms are periodically moved to avoid this, but in my case with them operating under my arms and then so closely to them, they didn't move them like they mornally would. He said they would keep an eye on it and someone would check with me in the morning
I had difficulty pretty much the entire hospital stay with the nurses and pain meds. For some reason they were having trouble getting drugs from the pharmacy, and had to override something, and it seemed to be a big hassle for them. Late in the first night I expressed that the demoral (sp) didn't seem to be working enough and asked to try something else. They said we could try the oral "roxies" and that those should last longer and then they could use demoral for the "breakthrough pain". They allowed me 1-3 Roxies every 4 hours. The problem was that they got the pain down maybe only a 4 at best and then wore off after 3 hours and took atleast 30 minutes to kick in, and when I asked the nurses for the demoral they seemed to think it shouldn't be necessary and kept reitterating it was just for "breakthrough pain" and I shouldn't be taking it on a regular schedule. The night nurse that first night finally came around and we got a system down, plus she finally realized that I couldn't use my arms and would give me the pills one at a time in my mouth as my husband held the water with a straw for me to drink from.
The day after surgery, the new nurse was far worse about the pain meds than the first one. When the plastic surgeon came in he asked if the breast surgeon had been in to see me and what she said about me leaving. The nurse then chimed in and said she had talked to her on the phone and she had said I was fine to go home if that was okay with him. And he was obviously aware enough of my situation to realized I was not ready to go home and quite pointedly told the nurse that they weren't going to kick me out. We needed to get my pain under control and it clearly wasn't. He then said I could have as many Roxies as I needed. If 3 didn't work, I could try 4 and if 4 didn't work I could 5, and if 5 didn't work I could have 6, and so on. So at that point I was somewhat irritated that they had been so stingy on the meds the first night. He also reitterated that the arm numbness and pain was probably from the position I was in during surgery, but the fact that I could move my fingers indicated it wasn't a severed nerve, but an overextended one and based on which fingers were numb he exactly which nerve was affected. He said he didn't think it would take more than a couple days, but could possibly take weeks or even months.
The battle of meds continued with this nurse all day. We established a schedule of taking 2 pills, then 2 hours later taking 3, then 2 hours later taking 2, and so on so that every 4 hours I was taking 5 without that lapse in time with them wearing off and waiting to kick in. So seems like it wouldnt be a problem right? well when it was due at 2, i would wait until like 2:15 and ring the nurses bell and a CNA would stick her head in and ask if I needed something, and I would say yes... my pain meds? and then she'd say Okay I'll go ask your nurse... and then the nurse would come in like 10 minutes later and ask what I needed and I'd say "it's time for the pain meds". And she'd ask me what my pain level was at, and the day nurse would just put them in a cup and put it in front of me, and my husband had to give me the pills and the water, and she'd look at me like she didn't understand why I was being so pathetic. (maybe I was a little over sensitive and assuming the worst). as the day went on I gained a little more mobility in my right hand and was able to shakily pick up a pill between my pinky and thumb if they were placed on a flat surface.
It seemed like the day nurse was finally coming around when the shift change came and my nurse from the previous night was back.. I was happy to see her!
Enough about the nurses and meds - I think you get the picture.
My husband was absolutely amazing while we were in the hospital. For each meal (the hospital I was at has great food and a huge menu) he cut up my food, and even fed me the first 2 meals when I couldn't use my hands at all. He'd help adjust my pillows under my arms. And bring the straw of my icewater to my mouth so I could drink. I have to say I was not thrilled about being in a position where this level of care was necessary, but he performed this level of care with out making me feel humiliated by it. I was really impressed with him. (still am impressed). He'd scratch when I itched and helped with my first non shower bathing, he really went above and beyond, I really beleive he meant the vows, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. He's a great guy.
I was happy to have visitors, I enjoyed having people to visit with and it gave my husband opportunities to go home and shower and do things with the kids without leaving me alone (with the crazy nurses).
Initially I had thought it would be a 3 day hospital stay, so when they told me I would leave the next day I was shocked! And I ended up not leaving the next day because of my numbness in my hands and my uncontrolled pain, but I tell you what - on the second day, once they pain was okay and I could semi use my hands, I was totally ready to get the heck out of there!!
I'll try to post more tomorrow, to bring events up to date. I'm also going to see about creating a picture diary and attaching it to the blog, but having it separate so that if you don't want to see pictures you can still read the blog.
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