I wasn’t planning on posting today because honestly I feel like shit. But here it goes:
The Story…My Story….
I woke up this morning at 4am to get ready to head to the hospital. Mercy Hospital. I got ready in slow motion, having anxiety the entire time. Okay so many of you may say “It’s only a tonsillectomy” What’s the big deal?!? The big deal? The big deal?!?! The big deal is I HATE Hospitals, I hate needles, and I’ve never had any kind of surgery. Some may say “Your a whimp.” Yes I am, and what?!? (HAHA). Okay back to my story. So I get to the hospital around 5:05 am, I check in, and i’m called to sign papers around 5:30. Then I wait some more. Hmm waiting in a hospital you say? Of course….what’s new. So around 6:00 I get called into another office to give them more information, information I had already given the nurse, but they have to ask you the same questions, oh about….10 times. I get called into get prepped. I say goodbye to my dad and boyfriend and my mom goes with me. As I change, pee in a cup and wait in the bed I begin to get even more nervous. Now they have to put he IV in my hand, and Oh how I love needles!!! Needless to say, it was painful. I have to say though the nurses at Mercy were exceptionally nice. They made you feel as comfortable as possible. They allowed everyone to come in to say bye before I went into the operating room.
The Time Clicks…
As I sat there, while they were getting ready to give me about 5 drugs, I stared at the clock as it clicked. It was 7:17 and the red hand was going on 30 seconds. Each click of the clock was a minute closer to the first surgery I have ever had. I was scared, I was nervous, I was wanting to go home. They wheeled me into the operating room, I looked up at this black lamp, they asked a few questions, the doctor told me every thing was going to be alright and they placed the anesthesia mask on my face. After that I was out.
As they started calling my name to wake up, I opened up my eyes and I couldn’t breath. My asthma kicked in and my chest felt as if it had a rock laying on top of my chest. They gave me the breathing treatment right away, I started to cough a little and then, all of a sudden, the pain started to kick in. They had me in the recovery room, with strangers, cold and and in pain. I just wanted to go home. I felt helpless, and I just started to cry. I tried not too, but when the doctor said the pain would be 10 times more than when your tonsils swell, he wasn’t kidding. They finally rolled me back into the other room I was prepped in. There they gave me a new nurse, she saw that I was in pain and got me 2 Tylenol, but regular Tylenol that didn’t do anything for me. Meanwhile she called my mom to be able to see me, everyone ended up walking in. Well just my mom, dad and boyfriend. I just started crying because the pain was horrible. My entire face was hurting, my ears, my throat. I didn’t know what to do. My dad and boyfriend couldn’t stay so they gave me a kiss and left. My mom stayed with me. If you haven’t realized it yet, YES I’m a mommy’s girl, and I’m proud of it damn it! 😉
Finally going home
The pain continued and didn’t get better. The nurse offered morphine, but then stated I would have to wait until it came out of my body. It was already 11am and all I wanted to do was go home. I told her I would wait until I get home then and take the Tylenol 3 the doctor prescribed. Had I known it wasn’t going to work, I might have taken the morphine =(
Oh well, too late now.
Still in Pain
I tried taking a nap but everytime I would feel myself falling asleep, I would wake up to drink something because my throat hurts so much, and if it wasn’t that, I had to pee from all the drinking I’m doing. The doctor stated that around the 4th day it gets worse. WORSE?! It gets WORSE?! I can’t think about this right now because it’s pretty bad right now. I’m hoping that with some miracle it gets BETTER, Not Worse!
I will keep you up to date, and tomorrow I will try to post about something other than this horrible pain heh =)