Sorry I haven’t posted for a while. Bryan was getting frustrated w/ this website kicking him off and it was just easier to do it myself. Ok, so I think I left off on still in the ICU on Wednesday morning. They came in and starting throwing me around pretty earlty and Bryan wasn’t there yet. I don’t really even remember the trip from ICU to my regular room. I do remember the nurse Christy in ICU was not nice at all. I understand that they have to put pressure on my groin to make the femoral artery stop bleeding (yes, I had to have another one), but you don’t have to put all your body weight on it. I bruise so easily anyway, it’s going to look like a Mac Truck has hit me. Before surgery, I already had bruises on my arms just from the blood pressure cuffing getting so tight.
I can’t remember what time Bryan came on Wednesday or what time I got back to my regular room. Luckily, it was the same room as the one I was in the night before surgery. They actually gave me a private room. I think I would have gone bullistic if I would have had to have stayed in the same room w/ someone else and I am sure that person would have gone crazy having me for a roommate. When I am in pain I moan on every exhale. Can’t help it, just do it automatically. And I can go from freezing cold to sweating bullets in minutes.
I know they were giving me Oxycodone which is what they were giving Kai and some Fenergen for the nausea that it causes me. I was ok w/ the 50 mg dose, but when they upped it 100 mg, I ended up throwing that up. Then they switch to Morphine. All it really did was make me tired, which was ok w/ me. I would have been happy just sleeping for the next 24 hours, but OH NO! Can’t let the patients sleep. I think that is the first thing they must teach the healthcare professionals when they are hired. So, needless to say, the pain has not been kept under control in my case.
My mom & Jim went home after my surgery when they told them they were going to keep me sedated. Bryan was exhausted, so he didn’t stay w/ me on Wednesday night. I didn’t get much sleep. Between them waking me up to do things and my bad sleeping anyway, it was pretty much hopeless. I was not able to take my muscle relaxers to help me sleep either. And my muscles are killing me. I have noticed that when I am dreaming it feels like someone is standing over me waving their arms like to freak me out or something. I have startling wake ups.
The anestheologist nurse took some pretty cool pictures and videos of my surgery, so I will try to get those up if you are interested in seeing them.
I think that’s it for Wednesday
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