Kitty Pillow Defluffed: Post-Op Day 1

Surgery was a snap.

Parts of it were even pleasant—the nice nurses, chatty orderly, spending time with Mom (my designated driver) while we waited.  Everyone seemed to care about taking as much nastiness out of the process as possible, from the registration clerk who helped me figure out the financial assistance paperwork, to the anesthetist who adjusted her plan and gave me an extra anti-nausea patch to wear behind my ear, to the recovery nurse who put morphine into my IV every 10 minutes to “get that pain down to a 4 out of 10,” to the Ambulatory Surgery nurse who released me a little early to avoid “rush hour” traffic (in Marshalltown, rush hour consists of 5 cars stopped at the same stop sign).

The best part was having absolutely no nausea when I woke up.  A miracle, since I puke at the slightest provocation.  The anesthetist said she would give me less gas and more Propofol, which would reduce the risk of vomiting.  Since that’s the drug Michael Jackson overdosed on, I teased her about that.  But, Jill was very quick to tell me that she would sit at my head through the whole operation and not “go off to get coffee.”

Mom ran over to the pharmacy for my pain pills while I was still sipping 7-Up, so once the nurse wheeled me to the car, all we had to do is drive 6 blocks and I was home in my jammies in no time.

Of course, there’s the expected down side to surgery.  The lipoma turned out to be larger than my doctor expected, so the incision runs from the front of my chest, all the way under my right arm to my back.  I understand I’m stapled three ways to Sunday, but I won’t get to see that pretty picture until Monday when I’m allowed to remove the dressing.  Also, I can’t shower until then, so forgive the odor wafting  from the next few posts.

No lifting, no reaching, no driving while taking the pain meds (which are handling my discomfort very nicely, thank you).  I’ll go back to see the surgeon in 2 weeks to get the staples out, so no water aerobics until then.  Sigh.  I’ll have to get out my walking shoes and take to the track instead.  Slowly.

The cats know something is up—their mom smells a little weird.  But they seem to have adjusted quite well to the Kitty Pillow’s absence.  They still have my nice, squishy belly to cuddle against, after all.

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ManicMuses
    Nov 19, 2011 @ 11:30:49

    So glad to hear you’re doing so well! Take those pain meds, curl up with the kitties and relax. You deserve it 🙂


  2. Fiddle gal
    Nov 19, 2011 @ 12:28:01

    I am so glad that you are doing well. I thought of you yesterday. Take care of yourself. I imagine that you are glad this is over and even happier that it went better than expected!



  3. Kathryn McCullough
    Nov 19, 2011 @ 13:51:51

    I’m so happy to hear it went well. When you left a comment for me this morning or last night or whenever it was, I suspected you must not be feeling too bad. This is great news. Happy weekend, my friend!


  4. pegoleg
    Nov 21, 2011 @ 09:48:58

    Do your cats know to leave you alone, or are they banished from the bed while you recover? Glad all went well.


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