Road to Recovery

So the day before Thanksgiving I had gall bladder surgery removal.  Not probably the most ideal time for such a surgery since I would be not enjoying all of the festivities of day dedicated to food.  The actual day of I was pretty nervous and I was so grateful that my dad was there.  In the pre-op the nurses were awesome and I was cracking jokes with them.  I told them my reactions to drugs, which are they should poke and in turn they made sure my butt was covered when I went to the bathroom.

The actual surgery itself went well, I suppose, but according to my dad the surgeon Dr. Young it was taken out just in time.  I woke up knowing where I was, who I was and felt like someone kicked me in the gut.  I guess that is the normal feeling post op.  Then headed home, called mom with my sexy raspy voice telling her I am alright, texted some friends back stating I was alive and doing alright.  Got home and promptly occupied the couch because moving seemed like too much effort.  From here things went downhill.

Now I told my doctors that I am allergic to Vicodin and so they prescribed me Norco.  BAD IDEA.  Come to find out I am one of the few that react very badly to this type of drug, aren't I the lucky one.  I had 5 seizures that day along with very low blood pressure, no color, hot flashes, and I really think it actually amplified the pain.  Because of the seizures I fell and that is why I am dealing with some odd complications during my healing process.  My body aches from falling, the tensing, and probably pulled many muscles.  I also seemed to bruise myself severely in a rather private area and even my doctor was shocked on that one. It still hurts to hiccup, laugh, cough, and sneeze but some of that is normal. 

I am trying to take it slow and just let my body heal.  I just want to get back to normal, well normal for me.  Just keep me in your thoughts and don't make me laugh for a while. :)

God bless
-tina

Quiet Time

Why is it that when the lights are off, everything is quiet and we are in our beds that our masks come off? That quiet time when we let our guards down and let everything go? Sometimes that is the part of the day that petrifies me the most. I don't always want people to see me "unmasked" because I surely wouldn't like to be that vunerable. Though there are some nights, like tonight, I wouldn't mind showing that side of me and how much I hurt right now.

By the way I am rescinding my descion to get a breast reduction, I can't handle the post op well. Nor am I ever having a cescarian section. Never.