Hello once again my friends. I am finally home, all settled and on the mend. I’m sorry if last week’s post was alarming, but, trust me, it was much scarier on this end. Let’s start from where we left off. I wasn’t feeling well and something needed to be done, exactly what, the doctors were unsure of until I had a quick test Tuesday morning. Until then, all was very serious and some of the options were a tad scary. Like I had said before, it also is not a one shot deal. It’s not just one surgery and I’m good to go for the rest of my life. I have to keep going back (until technology improves) every decade or so.
So there I was, trying to sort all this out in my head, and I can’t even begin to explain how therapeutic last week’s post was to write. As you may have read in the next, (I know, 2 days in a row, such a treat!), I had plenty of visitors and lots of love and prayers sent my way on Monday and it made the day go by. I had some good laughs, and was reminded once again that I have the greatest friends and family in the whole world. People came out of the woodwork to wish me well and I took all of that with me as things went ahead on Tuesday.
Tuesday morning, they wheel me down for the brief test that would determine the next step. Ok, earmuff it if you don’t like the doctor stuff- they put a contrast dye into my IV, put me under a live X-Ray to see what would happen. They were testing how much room was in that vein (again, eek) to see what the options were. It was kind of cool, I got to watch along with the doctors and it’s weird to see your self in a live X-Ray-heart beating, shoulder joint, the actual pacemaker & wires- all sorts of cool. Good news- there was plenty of room for an extra wire, discussions were had, questions were asked, and we went ahead with Option A- the easy fix and best outcome of all. It was such a relief and my Mom & I could even tell the doctors were relieved as well.
A few hours later, I was wheeled back down for the actual surgery. I was nervous, though it was a pretty routine thing at this point, there’s always a chance, especially with general anesthesia, that something could go wrong and you know. It’s just a bit scary. Everyone was very lovely, prepping me, plugging into all sorts of monitors and then the oxygen mask. Literally, 3 deep breaths in it was lights out. I was having a grand old time during my nap, was having a great dream, and was awoken a few hours later. I was at first, genuinely annoyed to be woken up. I really wanted to know what happened in my dream, I wasn’t done yet!!
It was all downhill after that. Back to the Recovery Room, back to my room eventually, hardcore painkillers in the IV, it was a great night. Except for the fact that I had to ask for help everytime I had to pee, and I felt like I had a bowling ball on my left shoulder.
The next day the doctors checked in, reassured us that all went well, and once I was done with another round of antibiotics and pain meds, I was free to go. Yahoo!!!
So home I went. My angel of a Mom dropped me off at home and then went to CVS and Whole Foods for me so I would be all set. She also, thank goodness, washed my hair for me. Remember- no showering for a week after this business. And I’m pretty sure I couldn’t raise my left arm that high anyway.
Now here I am at home, puttering, watching Bravo & The Food Network. Eventually, I felt well enough by Saturday to shuffle down to the store on the corner and pick up some supplies to start cooking again, and throw myself an Oscars night party with all the fixins’. It was a great time, but extended waaaaaay past my bedtime.