Valet service at a hospital? For a moment I thought I was in California. Then we walked into the rotunda entryway, complete with green stonework and wood paneling. It must be California.
This surgery was different than any I have experienced before. The pre-op procedure was the most thorough collection of my medical history I have ever experienced. Everything was discussed from my adenoids being removed to ulna nerve problems and my oxycodone intolerance. The next day the anesthesiologist asked me a few questions and we found one that pre-op missed, my past hiatal hernia issues. Apparently hiatal hernia's can be a problem with general anesthesia. So, I took some disgusting liquid to get rid of any remaining acid in my stomach (which, btw, was described as tasting like SweetTarts, yeah right SweetTarts!) and a Pepcid to prevent future acid.
The orthopedic surgeon performing the ORIF told me a few choices I had regarding anesthesia, which were then contradicted by the anesthesiologist. I was dismayed at the complete lack of communication between the doctors. In Juneau, I have heard anesthesiologists and doctors have a professional disagreement about my care, but at least they were talking.
The hospitals chaplain joined Derek and I for a moment before I was taken away. He kindly talked to us about where we might be religiously in our future (turns out 25 years ago he was throwing up and in a fetal position on the floor asking for gods help, not exactly the same position we were in) and then said a prayer for my surgery. Hmm, I can hear my father groaning now.
I went in at 9:30 am and they were telling me the time again at 2 pm, so the surgery was around four hours long. My doctor told Derek he was able to use less screws, etc then he expected because once he moved one of my metatarsals the rest moved back into place, he left one permanent screw to fuse a section of mangled bones together, three larger temporary screws, and I have one spot where the cartilage was badly damaged (which might give me arthritis trouble later in life.) Some good news, some bad, but at least this surgery is behind me.
Recuperating over the last few days has been boring, tiring, painful, and drugged all at the same time. This is the first time I have actually felt pain reliever work. I have always skipped pain meds after surgery because it didn't change anything. This time I am all about the pain med schedule.
Now I am on the long road to recovery. I really appreciate all of the good wishes everyone is sending my way. It really helps!
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How are things going now?
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