The Surgery: According to my parents and my pain killer hazed conversations with the surgeon, all went well. Also according to my parents the surgeon said, "It was pretty bad in there." I know my scar isn't 2-3 inches like he said, but 7-8 because of "what they had to do." I don't know what that means and the surgeon didn't take any photos.
The Hospital Stay: I was able to confirm using the appropriate body fluids that I was not pregnant. I had a morphine drip for the first 24 hours and then some pretty heavy narcotics and muscle relaxers. Right after the surgery as they were putting me in the room I had to answer a series of very difficult questions, like, "How do you renew your spirit?" High on morphine, I looked at my mom and said, "I don't understand the question." The nurse said, "When you feel bad, how do you make yourself feel better?" I responded, "I go for a bike ride?" What kind of questions are those for someone coming out of surgery? Why couldn't they have asked me those questions during the pre-op. I also told the lady I wanted the chaplain to come by because "it will make my grandma happy." (I am always trying to do things to make my devout catholic grandma in heaven happy.) On Wednesday my back started spasming which was extremely painful, but once the muscle relaxers settled in, I was good. I was up and walking (albeit only about 20 feet) on Wednesday. Besides the spasms, all of my pain is from the surgery. I developed a low fever and had to stay two extra days while they did all kinds of tests, including taking two tabasco sauce sized bottles of blood, a chest x-ray and an ultrasound.
The Recovery: My new best friends are my walker and my brace. I don't go anywhere without them. I don't need to wear the brace when I sleep, but any other time, I sporting it.
My walker and my brace and I do laps in the driveway. We need someone to accompany us because as you can see there is a slight incline up the road and I need someone to hold the walker, so I don't slide backwards. Then we make a brief walk along the road and back on the driveway to complete the lap. Twice I've caught Sara as she did her morning walk and she did laps with me. Otherwise my dad generally fills in the role. I don't know how long I'll have to use the walker. I have to wear the brace for four months. I am going to be looking hot.
Things I can do by myself:
- get out of bed
- get in the bed
- type on the computer in bed
- take my medicine
- wash my face
- brush my teeth
Things I can't do by myself:
- get myself food or water
- take a shower
- get dressed
- go for a walk
- move the computer
If you would like to come and visit me, you may get a twofer and be able to see me and the Cutest Baby in the World at the same time.
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