I had a nerve block yesterday but it has worn off. Not going to lie. I am miserable. The doctor said the damage was much worse than he originally anticipated. I am non-weight bearing but right now moving at all is excruciating. But at least I am on the other side.
Here is the aftermath of my IV.
Surgery went well. The only problem I had was with Miss Thang who refused to listen to me about where to go with the needle. Eventually she went where I told her and boom, in it went.
The anesthesiologist was awesome. He gave me a nerve block so my pain was only about a 2 when I got out of surgery. We were home by 1 and missed the snow. Last night was rough but I took my pain meds on schedule. I got a little behind this morning and now it hurts like a mofo.
My defects were worse than he initially anticipated. I had a spot the size of a quarter with no cartiladge. Now that everything has been done, I am waiting for the meds to kick in so I can sleep.
Work is done. The fridge in our bedroom (dorm size) is stocked with water, diet soda, snacks and ice packs. Wheel chair borrowed from the neighbor. Crutches are ready to go. An overnight bag is packed with a clean pair of undies, socks, my toothbrush, my Eagles blanket and my stuffed Mickey Mouse (they got me through chemo) just in case I go from outpatient to overnight. I have bathed the first of two antiseptic bathes. My clothes are set out for our early wake up call (3:30am).
Nothing left but to do it.
Blog ya on the other side.
In reference to my last post, the staff at my surgeon’s office spent all day today working with the maker of the graft and the insurance company (CRAP insurance company) and she just called me back. She got everything taken care of and surgery is on for Wednesday.
I’m seriously sending them flowers.
I’m surprised at customer service nowadays considering the access people have to the interwebs and social media.
I am lambasting Anthem BlueCross BlueShield. My surgeon’s office has been trying to get approval for my surgery since 2/10. I get a call today that they have not yet received it (Anthem will not call them back and will not tell me why it has not been approved over the phone) and more than likely, since we are down to the wire, there is no way to order my graft in time for surgery on Wednesday. This means I may have to reschedule for next week, which means I have to reschedule absolutely everything – surgery, work, time off, meetings I had scheduled for follow-ups. EVERYTHING. They were supposed to call my doctor’s office back last Friday but failed to do so. As of 11am EST they had still not contacted them back.
I have had nothing but ISSUES with Anthem Blue Cross since they took over my Empire Blue Cross account in January. Issues with getting MRIs scheduled, issues with this surgery…nothing but issues.
I’m beside myself, and am still waiting to hear back from the doctor’s office. I’m in pain, and I’m really upset about this whole thing.
Plus, if they have to reschedule too far out, I have to go through all the pre-op testing AGAIN.
Fingers crossed this will get ironed out today. FINGERS CROSSED.
Temperatures are up today…in the high 50s, but we are going to have a cold front pass through tonight which is going to send temperatures back in to the BRRR zone tonight. Have I mentioned that I am sick of winter? In fact, they are predicting snow showers on Wednesday. Well hu-freaking-ray. not only am I SICK OF SNOW but the last thing I want to do is navigate on crutches in snow. I don’t think we are supposed to get any significant accumulation this time though, soooo….fingers crossed it stays away.
Even though we are having a warm front, the past two days I am experiencing an increase in my own Personal Summers. The hot flashes have resurfaced in force since my stress test yesterday. I’m sure it is from the radioactive dye and then the medication they used to dilate my vascular system. But whatever it is, it sucks. I am working from home today, which is kind of plus, since I literally just had to take off my socks for some relief.
I can not wait to pass through this phase of menopause. Hot flashes SUCK.
I can not tell you the extent to which I have gone to relieve my hot flashes and night sweats…I have tried taking Vitamin E and a B-complex…didn’t work. I have tried every over the counter menopause relief you can think of (even though they contain soy, which is not good for people with estrogen based cancers)…didn’t work. I have been known to keep a fan on even when it’s negative degrees outside. I wear layers. My hubby wanted to put flannel sheets on the bed when winter started….they stayed on for two days before I told him I was cooking in my own sweat. I’ve even purchased a Chillow. I tried it last night. Don’t waste your money.
There is NO relief for hot flashes and night sweats. None.
Hopefully, one day, I won’t have to deal with them anymore. Until then, can someone please open a window?
The stress test went well this morning, and I am finally done with pre-op. Hopefully my ONE GOOD VEIN recouperates before next week. All the blood work and the IV this morning, I admit, it is sore.
So, they once again had to ask me this morning if there was any chance I was pregnant. Seriously, if you say no, they should just let it go. But of course, he had to ask how I knew. Well, I had a totaly hysterectomy in 2012. Not preggers. No chance. Don’t have the parts. You know, I still tear up when I have to answer that question though. When they called me yesterday to pre-register me for my surgery, they had to ask me when my last period was…I asked her to kindly put a note on my file not to ask me the day of surgery. I’ll be emotional enough. I don’t want to have to tear up again if they insist I take a pregnancy test (they made me take a bunch of them before my hysterectomy).
I guess I’m just all kinds of emotional anyway. Dawned on me this morning that it has been about a year since I finished up my treatments. A year. And things are still so out of whack. I’m still struggling to find normal, to not be emotional over the weirdest things. I had what was called a nuclear stress test, which means they inject you with a radioactive isotope, and take pictures of your heart before and after the actual “stress test” part of the test. The machine they put you in is similar to the CT scans I’ve had, and very similar to the radiation I went through. When I was laying there this morning, and I had my arms over my head laying very still, that machine was whirring around me, and all I could think of was radiation. It was tough laying there.
And thanks to all the radiation I had, things down in the vag area are still out of whack. Everything is still so very painful. It’s tough. My husband says he doesn’t mind, but I do. I guess one day things may get back to normal down there…or not.
At any rate, I’m ready for my knee surgery. Ready to get it over with. At least I can avoid needles for the next six days. 🙂
Send some good thoughts my way today…I need them. Doing a lot of feeling sorry for myself. I think it’s probably just the lack of caffeine, but at any rate, I’m all sniffly today.