It’s the day after Thanksgiving, but I did want to send out a thank you to the universe for my health, and also for all the wonderful people in my life. I’m back home and recovering from my medical procedures, and I want to say how extremely grateful I am for all the support and caring sent my way. Thank you everyone, I feel truly blessed and humbled by the level of love surrounding me.
The hospital experience was something else, however. It’s a good thing I don’t have a fragile top ego, because it surely would’ve been punctured by the indignities dealt out there. Don’t get me wrong, for the most point I was treated wonderfully, and my nurses and doctors were great. But it’s just a really unpleasant thing for anyone to have to go through.
First of all, I was paranoid about having a bad reaction to the anesthetic. I knew from other family members’ experiences that this was quite likely, so I discussed this with the surgeon, the nurses, the nurse aides, even the poor guy taking my height and weight. Most importantly, I was careful to mention it during the pre-op meeting with the anesthesiologist. He assured me there were anti-nausea drugs they could try, though for people who suffer from motion-sickness (as I do) it was likely not to work. But I did feel a bit more reassured I had done everything I could after discussing it with Dr. R, the anesthesiologist.
That is, until the day of the surgery, and Dr. R was nowhere to be found. “Mrs. Whitney, I’m Dr. C,” said the anesthesiologist as he introduced himself to me. And I was so taken aback that I actually shook his hand before it hit me. “No! I mean, I’m not Mrs. Whitney.” (Trust me, I’m not even close to looking like a Mrs. Whitney.) So he disappeared, but he was back again several minutes later. “Sorry, Ms. A, I’m your anesthesiologist, Dr. C.” So I had to go over everything again with him, but as it turned out, they were right — it made absolutely no difference at all. I was sick as a dog, couldn’t even keep down water for a full day.
They were willing to help with the pain, though. Well, one nurse was willing. She gave me morphine. *g* But I was willing to bear a little more pain, so after a couple of shots of that in my IV, I asked her for Tylenol instead. (It turned out she gave me Tylenol plus oxycodone, which explained why it really took the edge off.) But when I asked for some pain-killer from a different nurse, he told me he wouldn’t give me any more morphine, because after I left the hospital and went looking for more, where would I be able to find it? I didn’t say anything because I’m the one who’d actually requested to be taken off morphine. But his vision of me as a drug addict scouring the streets desperate for narcotics after only two shots of it was slightly irritating.
And speaking of irritating, I hate those compression leg sleeves — you know, those wraparound thingies which squeeze your calf..HARD..every few seconds. Being tied to them meant I had to call the nurse to release me every time I went to the bathroom, which, being hooked to an IV, meant every hour. I understand the hospital wants to prevent blood clots, but I was only scheduled to be there a couple of days. As Fizzy pointed out, if that were a danger spending the weekend in bed would be dangerous!
Edited to add: I nearly forgot another incident that male nurse got a dark look from me. He was looking at my abdominal incisions to see how they were healing, and pointed out how I was still swollen from the air trapped underneath. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Or…uh…do you normally look like this?” Well, hell, if I did it would’ve been the wrong time to ask that, wouldn’t it?!
But the most memorable incident came when I had to strip and put on the little paper gown for surgery. (By the way, though I went into surgery in the paper gown, I woke up in a cloth one. I’m trying not to visualize how and when that happened.) I had tied it shut, because the pre-surgical room was filled with other patients, and it flaps open in the back. But before they put me on the gurney the nurse made me untie it. “We need you on the operating table bare-bottomed.”
Um…okay. I think I managed not to blush, but I wonder if I went under with a little smile on my face?
Oh, Alyx I am so glad you are back home. (I find that I do a lot better at home than in a hospital, hope it si the same for you.) Sending you some hugs, plenty of sunshine and of course rainbows. Remember to be a patient patient. ; )
Hi Chicklet, actually the hospital was nice, except for those irritations I mentioned. I had people at my beck and call and the food was good. Here, I have to fend for myself a lot. But thank you for all the good thoughts and wishes! 🙂
Hey, Alyx: It’s so good to see you up and around again. Please take it easy and don’t push things too quickly.
You have answered a question I’ve always had. I always get sick from the anesthetic no matter what. I just figured they always nodded politely when I told them and then ignored it. I had no idea someone prone to motion sickness would be more likely to have a problem…
During my hospital stay I got to wear those sexy legs compression sleeves as well… along with a catheter. They demanded that I walk around to get my strength back before I could go home. So several times a day, I go out pushing my IV while someone else carries the catheter pump and my…..bare essentials…..are hanging out for the world to see. And each time I go I’m scolded the entire time….”Maam, you need to slow down. We aren’t running a race you know.” They had no idea why I kept trying to finish my walk as fast as possible.
*Rolling my eyes and groaning at the memory*
All teasing aside, take care of yourself Alyx. We missed you but are glad you’ve gotten it taken care of and that everything went well.
*LOL* Okay, Micah, that was worse than me! At least I avoided a catheter, although I did have the indignity of having to pee in a bucket so they could measure it. *snort* It does annoy me about the anesthetic, though. Turns out a LOT of people are affected that way…you’d think they’d come up with a better drug, don’t you?! I don’t think they realize how really awful it makes one feel. 😦
Hi Mrs. Whitney (sorry, can’t help it!) lol
Soo glad you are fine – I was thinking about ya and hoping everything went well. 🙂 Funny I never knew about motion sickness and reaction to anesthetic cause I have terrible motion sickness but never had issues with anesthetic. Please take care of yourself Alyx and recover well. Glad it’s behind you now. Oh, the bare bottom bit was funny, I bet you secretly smiled. lol
Hey SP, I think it’s more that people with motion sickness aren’t as helped by anti-nausea drugs, not that they’re more susceptible to getting sick. (Although in my family that seems to be the case — the ones who get motion sick felt nauseated after, the ones who aren’t, didn’t.)
Thanks for your good wishes. (And yes, I was secretly smiling to myself! 😀 )
Hi Alyx I’m so happy your better 🙂 But after reading the above I can’t get the image of you having to strip into a little paper gown out of my head I laugh everytime I think of it. *giggle*
Can we call you Mrs.Whitney Alyx!!?? 🙂 alsyn
I’m glad it amuses you, brat! 😕 And no, you can’t call me Mrs. Whitney! *swat*
ROTFL at the bare-bottomed comment – toppy nurses, eh? 😉 And I bet you did blush. 😆
From what I understand, the health profession has a higher percentage of gay and kinky people in it than the overall population. Almost makes it worth getting sick! 😀 (And yeah, I bet I did too. *vbg*)
Fizzy your naughty *giggle* I wasn’t brave enough to say anything about that. *giggle*
I love you Alyx! alsyn
Hey Alyx! So glad that you are better and home and feeling well enough to blog!
Um..I’ve been known to take off those air compression things on my leg…surprised that didn’t occur to you! They do come off, ya know!
And, I always think the best part of the hospital is the warm blankets! Mine now has pre ops blankets that actually blow warm air over you while you’re waiting for your surgeon. They wouldn’t let me take mine home. I know. I tried. Darn.
Tigger, that occurred to YOU because you’re a naughty brat! 😀 I’m much too well behaved. *g* (Although I have to admit that eventually I did loosen them to the point of ineffectiveness, and when one of the nurses forgot to turn the machine on, I certainly didn’t report it.) Wow, air-blowing blankets?? That’s cool! Where I was they did put pre-warmed blankets over you….it was heavenly. 🙂
I chuckled when I read that the top had to be bare bottomed on the table. I’m glad that you’re feeling better and recovering. Happy Thanksgiving!
Thanks, Huh Chuh. Happy Thanksgiving to you too! (And yes, we tops like to keep our bottoms covered! :mrgreen:)
*giggles* Oh, look how the tables have turned Mrs. Whitney!
But all in all, glad to see that you’re doing well, and happy thanksgiving. 😀
Thanks, Raine. Hope you had a good non-Thanksgiving day yourself! 🙂
Sorry there’s been a hospital stay in your recent past, but glad you’re feeling well enough to laugh about it now!
Thanks, Indy. One has to laugh or die from embarrassment, eh? 😀 Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!
Glad you’re back Alyx 🙂
Thanks, By. It’s good to be back home. (Though I think they took better care of me in the hospital. 😆 )
Aw Alyx 😦 Hospital is terrible and scary, I’m glad you came out of it okay in the end – and also that you didn’t come out with Ms Whitney’s feet or whatever she might have been in there for. I hope you have a speedy and awesome recovery, and that there are no more health niggles to trip you up.
Thanks, Loki. Two medical procedures in a row did take it out of me, I have to admit. But yes, don’t want anyone else’s body parts, thank you very much! (Well, okay, I’ll take Angelina’s body, but on HER…wrapped in a bow.) 😆
That’s wonderful news about your operation being successful, hopefully you have someone taking good care of you and your recovery is quick… just make sure you don’t overdo things for a couple of weeks.
Sorry you were so sick from the anaesthetic, but I am completely gob-smacked that you suffer from travel sickness… I would’ve thought you’d be immune with all that gallivanting you manage to slot in (I know, I’m just jealous)!!
Sending you my best wishes Alyx, please take care of yourself and try to enjoy the time off work.
Thank you, Sandy. I am really treasuring my time off, even if I can’t go skipping around enjoying it. (At least I have a good excuse not to Xmas shop!)
I do suffer from motion sickness (I got seasick sitting on a boogie board, for cripe’s sake, and don’t ask me to map-read in a moving car), but luckily manage to avoid air sickness most of the time. Usually by falling asleep. *LOL*
Hi Mrs. Withney. *giggle*
I’m glad your feeling better. Good thing you reminded him otherwise they probably would have given you Mrs. Withney’s amputation. Oh and toppy nurses and Docters sound awesome. Though, a lil ironic, I would think they would be to focused on possible mistakes to feel comfortable playing.
They better not have been playing any games while I was unconscious! 😡 Though maybe they did leave a sponge behind. Yeah, that’s my excuse for my appetite and the bulge in my tummy. 😀
Well… now I’ve got over the thought of your bare bottom on the -*thud* – with the… er… *thud* uh… erm…now where was I???
Oh – I know… Damn, but you missed the perfect opportunity to be Tom as in ‘Mrs Whitney – ‘Houston we have a problem’ Hanks for the day. You should have just politely addressed Dr C as ‘Wilson’ in revenge and let the dude work it out.
Wishing you a succesful recovery, Sweetie.
Thank you, Hon. *hug* I think it was better that I not antagonize any doctors/nurses working on me, so I was going follow any instructions given! Er….short of allowing myself to receive someone else’s body parts, of course. *g* (Though if I’d gotten Lucy Lawless’s ANYTHING I wouldn’t have complained! 😀 )