I am now complete. After only 2 hrs. and fifteen minutes, my srs along with a trach shave was completed at around 2:25 this afternoon(Thursday, Sept 15, 2010). I have to admit I feel absolutely amazing--both physically and mentally!. Especially mentally! Something is definitely gone, and I'm not talking about the obvious. I'm talking about something inside, spiritually maybe, who knows--but it definitely is different. I know I did the right thing. My Mom even commented that I should have done this sooner.
This morning I was fine. My surgery partner, who was before me, and I talked and shared a few laughs together along with her Mom. However, after speaking with the anesthetist and learning I was going to have a tube down my throat, this caused me to have a little distress--but I took it as it came.
I was taken up to preop around 10:30, connected to everything, given my spinal, and waited to be wheeled into surgery. I have to admit, the morphine, was FREAKING FANTASTIC!!!
The surgical team was absolutely fantastic as well!
Before wheeling me into the theater, Dr. Brassard came to see how I was. We spoke briefly and, with a comforting smile, asked me how I was. I asked him if he recalled the finer details we discussed in his office and he replied positively.
Upon entering the theater, I recall it being really, really cold and I was shivering badly. After moving me to the table, they covered me with a warm blanket and the anesthetists assistant placed her hands on my shoulders. Almost immediately after placing the oxygen mask on me, I was gone.
After waking up in recovery (
https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php/topic,71376.msg593699.html#msg593699) I was surprisingly coherent. I lifted my head, talked to the nurse, and laughed(morphine). Did I mention how much I loved the morphine? As they wheeled me to my room, they stopped directly under the skylight and I noticed it was a beautiful sunny afternoon. Dr. Brassard approached, smiling, and told me all went very well.
I'm now in my room with very little pain--some, but mainly discomfort. The morphine is gone and I can feel my legs (KillBill "Move your big toe, move your big toe."
). My poor surgery sister is in so much pain and I feel so incredibly bad for, but what can I do? I really do feel so bad for her and I wish I could help!
OMG! I just contracted my pc muscle! BIZARRE!!!!
GOTTA GO FOR NOW!!!
