well here i am. alive. still in pain. slept at mom n dads last night. woke up at midnite took more pain med, up again at 4am, could not sleep. finished up some laundry, packed up my stuff and had dad take me back to the apt, where i can hopefully speed up this recovery. somehow the surgery wasn't so bad. no foley at all, and they put in the endo trach tube after i was out, and removed it before i was awake. my bp was 167 / 90 when i first got there. pulse was 110. i was able to get self back down to 130 over 86 and 80 pulse before they took me down to OR. in the pre-op area, got some atavan, then down to OR. gassed me. I was told to count down from 10, couldn't do it. started prayin hail Mary. got through three of them before they got me down. woke up in recovery room, somehow have some memories of what happened....remember them flopping me off the stretcher onto my stomach, remember them using this vice type device to hold my head in place....three screws, i have the bruises and scabs on my head to prove it...plus the blood stains in my hair. neck muscles really sore, still got the numbness, the muscle twitching and some shoulder blade pain, even though i'm on oxycodone, a steroid, and a muscle relaxer, and have been icing the incision every hour. sitting or standing is the best position for me right now, but can't sit still. really wanna get stuff done, but we got another foot of snow on the ground, and I'm not able to drive, plus dad's got my car at his place for now.
thanks for all your positive energy, prayers and thoughts. They continue to help me cope. Someday i'll look back at this and say "gee, why was I such a wussy, it was nothing." maybe maybe not. Only time will tell.
It is better to be Dragon Master than Dragon Slayer. Some Dragons are meant to be mastered, others meant to be slain. Odin, Great Spirit, God, grant me the wisdom to know the difference. "May the Valar guide and bless you on your path under the sky"