I have had issues with my back for several years. Due to numerous car accidents. I have been using conservative methods to relieve the pain, numbness, tingling and muscle weakness in my leg and back. Chiropractic, physical therapy and rest were my first choices. Unfortunately, those methods did not work for me. I spoke to several specialists and surgery was the best option for me to heal and continue to live the healthy and active lifestyle.
As my surgery approached, I became nervous. I was full of “what if’s” and quickly realized that I need to think positively and trust my doctor. So I did.
I arrived at the hospital at 6 am for my 8 am surgery. I was nervous and anxious. I was greeted by my anesthesiologist, nurses and finally my doctor. He assured me that all would go well and I believed him. I felt at ease.
I was wheeled to the operating room on a stretcher talking with the nurse along the way. It was cold in the OR and I asked for an extra blanket.
The nurse said “we are going to give you a little oxygen” next thing I remember is waking up in recovery. I was nauseous. I do not handle anesthesia well. My outpatient surgery turned into an overnight stay.
The nurses were amazing! They made sure I was comfortable and hydrated. I would not be released until I was able to keep foods and liquids down without being connected to an IV.
I woke up on Saturday morning determined. I was going to eat and it was going to stay down. Breakfast arrived – French toast, scrambled eggs, sausage, hot tea and orange juice. I ate slowly. I was slightly nauseous but the food stayed down. YES! One step closer to going home. The nurse said that if I kept lunch down I would be released.
Lunch arrived. Again, I was determined to keep it down so I could go home. It was rosemary chicken, macaroni and cheese, and carrots with a carrot cupcake for dessert. It looked and smelled amazing! It was delicious. I ate the chicken and carrots, my son ate my mac and cheese (I am not a fan of it).
It stayed down. YES! The nurse said I could go and she came in with the paperwork.
I packed up and was wheeled to my sons who were patiently waiting for me to get home and continue the healing process. (I will spare you all the picture of my incision).
I will be able to return to physical activity in 6 weeks. It is going to be tough but I am going to listen to the doctor so I can get back out there faster and stronger.
Thanks to everyone who emailed, texted, called, tweeted, texted and came to see me. I appreciate all of you.