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Sorry Floweer, The Beads are Still Mine

October 27, 2010

The conversation to the hospital:

“If I don’t make it, give Floweer all of my beads. Unless you and the boys want them, of course,”

“Also, give her my books.”

“Who gets me?” he asked.

“Won’t be my problem anymore!”

And then, after we he parked way far away in the hospital ramp rather than doing the valet parking right next to where I check in, I truly wasn’t wishing him on anybody. Making me walk the entire length of a hospital full of sick people everywhere. I had words to say along those corridors. Thanks for the pre-surgery fight, you damn cheap parker! I don’t know what was up with that but I’ll remember that when it comes time for his dual hernia surgery.

We checked in at the first floor desk (the one right next to where the valets takes your car) and found out that I was to check in on the 5th floor. Which was news to me. So up we went and what a  pleasant surprise to me that they had an Ambulatory Surgical Center smack dab on top of that old, crappy oncology office (that moved after my first chemo) and was nice, not crappy at all.

I got called back right away and put on one of those robes that come with vacuum cleaner hoses. Which was cool seeing as how I was to have a little lipsuction, but not where the hose went in. Okay, not funny. It was a warming hose. Then I got a big thick terry robe and got to sit on a rolling chaise lounge. Not like the thin cotton gowns and gurneys of the basement surgical waiting room.

I got asked all kinds of questions from all kinds of people – everyone of them wanted to know about my sleep apnea and my CPAP, to which I replied, “I was diagnosed with mild sleep apnea right before my breast cancer diagnosis, was hooked up with a CPAP, but was unable to sleep well after my surgery so I didn’t meet with their timed compliance and they forced me to either return it or buy it outright – without their assistance in getting the right air number. And if I want it again, I have to start all over with the sleep study.”

Good thing that losing 7 lbs. of breasts and 13 lbs. of regular fat have made me sleep apnea even more mild. I hardly wake up coughing at night anymore.

The nurse placed the IV in crook of my arm, not in my hand – like I’d feared. I hate those IVs in the hand. This one was totally painless and I could move my arm. I love good IV-placing nurses!

Anyway. Instead of being gurneed down the scary operating basement, my nurse and I took a stroll down the hallway to the operating room. I thought that was weird but also thought that it meant they knew I was pretty danged healthy. And that’s mostly what I want. To be healthy. And to have my scars revised and my upper backfat liposuctioned.

Cute Dr. Doogie Howser had marked me up, showing where he’d be removing skin and fat, and where he’d be liposuctioning. He warned me about the bruising from the lipo. Some of which I saw over the top of my dressings last night.

I get to remove the ace bandage and all the gauze today. There are steri-strips coving the new scars, that have dissolving stitches, which I’m sure I’ll have to return to  his office for manual removal. I have popped a dissolving stitch every time, and then they don’t dissolve when they’re not baked inside puffy white middle aged flesh.

Before I went to sleep, the surgical team and I were discussing the palate of Stella Mirra, Retrieved Golden. That dog is quite the entertainment. Next thing I know, I’m laying back in the room I started in. I hope I got to walk it! The surgery itself lasted about an hour, maybe a little under.

I wake up really well from anesthesia. No stomach troubles. I’m just nice and in search of graham crackers and sprite. Both of which I don’t normally like. They’re my after-surgery special.

I don’t feel too bad this  morning. A little stinging, but I can move my arms around more than I thought. Heck, I already unloaded the dishwasher last night! I took a couple of percocets and that took the edge off and allowed me to sleep for a couple of hours, but then I was wide awake so I hunted down the key to the safe, where the drugs hide,  that I’m alway moving, and got myself a sleeping pill, which gave me another 5 hours. Well, I should probably still be sleeping until the effects wear off because it’s obvious I’m still under its’ influence (my head feels heavy and I walk with my head leaning over, like it wished to lay down at the next available surface.)

Any time today I can remove all the bandages and take a shower. I have to tell you, though, I can already see a smaller upper back even though there is still some swelling. I’m very excited to see what he’s done.

And I’m very excited to just keep on getting better.

Thank you to everyone who wished me well. And to those of you who didn’t – what’s up with that?

xox

Kathy

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18 Comments leave one →
  1. October 27, 2010 9:27 am

    I’m not sure the world can handle you if you keep getting better. Just sayin’. 😉 Glad everything went well!! Hooray for no extra back fat!

  2. Gretchen permalink
    October 27, 2010 9:41 am

    I hope it turns out great!

  3. October 27, 2010 9:53 am

    So glad that you had a comfortable experience and are feeling moderately well today. What I want to mention is valet parking vs. walking, because this will happen again. Take my word for it.

    From the time my husband broke his hip till I stopped driving, I drove him to the front door of wherever we were going, instructed him to wait for me, and went to park the car. Part of the reason I gave up that practice was when he stopped obeying instructions, at which point it took two of us to take him anywhere.

    I know the Nugget is a good guy, but he needs this lesson. Because it could be him next time. (Personally, I was happy to pay for valet parking when it was available. It’s a medical deduction on my taxes.)

  4. October 27, 2010 9:59 am

    Here’s hoping for continuous improvement!

  5. October 27, 2010 10:46 am

    Hooray for having a pampered surgery (sorta), and for feeling so positive so soon! Unstoppable!

  6. October 27, 2010 11:19 am

    So glad things went well. I hope this frees up motion even more for you. Again, I am so glad things went well.

  7. Floweer permalink
    October 27, 2010 1:39 pm

    Wow – I am the headline! Thank you for thinking of me – but I am glad I will get to bead with you for a LONG time. Let me know when you are ready. Things are looking up – for both of us!

  8. Anonymous permalink
    October 27, 2010 3:22 pm

    I’m so happy for you!

  9. Niki Hawkins permalink
    October 27, 2010 3:23 pm

    That was me in the comment above.

  10. Anonymous permalink
    October 27, 2010 3:24 pm

    I am so happy that things went well and that you are home feeling pretty good. Don’t push yourself too hard! If you need lessons on how to “milk” things after surgery, just let me know! I am really good at that!

  11. Carol permalink
    October 27, 2010 3:26 pm

    Oops, that last response was from me!

  12. Donna permalink
    October 27, 2010 6:34 pm

    We still love you, even though there’s less of you to love.

  13. October 27, 2010 7:27 pm

    So glad that everything went well today – now try to pamper yourself for a few days!

  14. Sue permalink
    October 28, 2010 7:22 am

    Glad you’re feeling so well and are up and about the day after!!!

  15. October 28, 2010 11:45 am

    Smoochies, honeybun!

  16. October 28, 2010 3:24 pm

    Wishing you well! ((hugs))

  17. October 29, 2010 11:42 am

    Did you ask them to save the back fat for you? Your dog would love it.

    Glad it all went well.

  18. October 29, 2010 1:59 pm

    Glad that went well and you’re feeling good about it. Keep it up.

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