You know how you have this idea in your head of how things are going to go? But they never go that way.
I had my first surgery yesterday. Before the surgery, I was warned of the leaking. During the procedure, they blow your legs up with saline and anesthetic and other stuff, which makes it easier to get the diseased tissue out without damaging the lymphatic system. They are rarely able to get all that fluid back out, so there can be a lot of post-surgical leaking. People have horror stories of having to line their floors with towels just so that they didn't leave crime scene trails all over their house.
I've had pretty much no post-op leaking. (I'm not complaining, mind you.) I HAVE had a lot of swelling. I'm puffy like the Michelin tire woman. I am actually so puffy and swollen that I'm waddling when I walk. It's funny. I looked in the mirror last night, and even my face was all swollen. It was also yellow, but I figured that was just from being so icky-feeling.
Pain was expected. I knew that surgery hurt. I've had more than my fair share of surgeries. But whew boy, I didn't expect the back pain. For some reason, my lower back was aching so much that I was in tears. It was worse than my legs, which were hurting pretty badly on their own. I kept scooching around in the recovery area trying to fix my back and find a comfy position, but nothing worked.
Nausea? I always get nauseated from anesthesia, which is why I always tell the anesthesiologist that I always get nauseated from anesthesia. That is supposed to be their cue to put medication in the line so that I don't get sick, but I really don't think they do. I think it then becomes a challenge to see if they can be the first anesthesiologist to knock you out without you getting sick. Let me tell you -- no. Not gonna happen. The poor nurses in the recovery unit went through three different types of meds to quell the queasies before the nurse in my regular room finally shot me full of Haldol (which is usually given for much different reasons). It didn't work right away, but it DID work.
And sleep. I opted out of general anesthesia because it hangs on me like a bad date. I opted for the local and twilight sedation (also something the anesthesiologist didn't approve of, but she kindly agreed to it when I explained to her why general was really not on my list of favorite things in the world). It worked like a charm, but I was drowsy the rest of the day. I didn't expect that. I just kept drifting off to sleep here and there, and when I finally got home, I fell asleep again and slept from late afternoon until about 4 this morning. Yup. And then I went back to bed around 8 and slept until 9 or so. I have a feeling I'm going to be sleeping a lot over the next few days as I try to work the rest of this stuff out of my system.
As for work ... I intended on working through my recovery period, but I'm afraid that might have been optimistic of me. I work from home, which makes it a bit easier, but at the same time, I mostly just want to rest and drowse. I do not want to work.
Sigh.
I think I'll just be taking this one hour at a time for now. I'm not even 24 hours out from surgery yet. Sometimes it's okay to not push yourself. Sometimes it's okay to take it easy.
I had my first surgery yesterday. Before the surgery, I was warned of the leaking. During the procedure, they blow your legs up with saline and anesthetic and other stuff, which makes it easier to get the diseased tissue out without damaging the lymphatic system. They are rarely able to get all that fluid back out, so there can be a lot of post-surgical leaking. People have horror stories of having to line their floors with towels just so that they didn't leave crime scene trails all over their house.
I've had pretty much no post-op leaking. (I'm not complaining, mind you.) I HAVE had a lot of swelling. I'm puffy like the Michelin tire woman. I am actually so puffy and swollen that I'm waddling when I walk. It's funny. I looked in the mirror last night, and even my face was all swollen. It was also yellow, but I figured that was just from being so icky-feeling.
Pain was expected. I knew that surgery hurt. I've had more than my fair share of surgeries. But whew boy, I didn't expect the back pain. For some reason, my lower back was aching so much that I was in tears. It was worse than my legs, which were hurting pretty badly on their own. I kept scooching around in the recovery area trying to fix my back and find a comfy position, but nothing worked.
Nausea? I always get nauseated from anesthesia, which is why I always tell the anesthesiologist that I always get nauseated from anesthesia. That is supposed to be their cue to put medication in the line so that I don't get sick, but I really don't think they do. I think it then becomes a challenge to see if they can be the first anesthesiologist to knock you out without you getting sick. Let me tell you -- no. Not gonna happen. The poor nurses in the recovery unit went through three different types of meds to quell the queasies before the nurse in my regular room finally shot me full of Haldol (which is usually given for much different reasons). It didn't work right away, but it DID work.
And sleep. I opted out of general anesthesia because it hangs on me like a bad date. I opted for the local and twilight sedation (also something the anesthesiologist didn't approve of, but she kindly agreed to it when I explained to her why general was really not on my list of favorite things in the world). It worked like a charm, but I was drowsy the rest of the day. I didn't expect that. I just kept drifting off to sleep here and there, and when I finally got home, I fell asleep again and slept from late afternoon until about 4 this morning. Yup. And then I went back to bed around 8 and slept until 9 or so. I have a feeling I'm going to be sleeping a lot over the next few days as I try to work the rest of this stuff out of my system.
As for work ... I intended on working through my recovery period, but I'm afraid that might have been optimistic of me. I work from home, which makes it a bit easier, but at the same time, I mostly just want to rest and drowse. I do not want to work.
Sigh.
I think I'll just be taking this one hour at a time for now. I'm not even 24 hours out from surgery yet. Sometimes it's okay to not push yourself. Sometimes it's okay to take it easy.
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