Roy and Oma accompanied me today, and that was such a blessing. Rachel kept trying... but Roy did not get her texts as to where we were because they block cell phones on the third floor. She waited until he texted her after 10am when I was wheeled back to surgery. She has taken wonderful care of me this evening, making supper and doing a Braums run!During my pre-surgical whoopla we had some trouble getting an IV in. After the 2nd try, they called in the specialist and she got it immediately. She did not gloat either. I found myself consoling the first girl letting her know that I am a hard stick. I reminded her that I had her the last time and she did just fine. She was just so precious.
As I was laying in the hospital bed, being worked on for the prep, I could hear crying babies and little kids. This gave me time to pray for them. Can you imagine how scared those little ones were? Broke my heart. All this poking and probing and hurting! And prayed for calmness and peace for the parents who looked like deer staring at the headlights.
Dr. G came by to give me a pep talk and to let me know he was ready to get this thing going, but we had to wait on the lithotripsy machine. We high-fived and he was on his way out. The person using it first was still in surgery. I pray that their procedure went well and they are recovering as well as I am. So around 10am Dana my head surgical nurse came in and wheeled me into the operation room that I swear was -10 degrees... it was cold!!! And I love cold... but when I have more on me than a thin hospital gown and some non-slid sockies. Brrrrr.
My anesthesiologist was a hoot. She was already well versed on my bilateral vocal cord challenges and had everything under control (and personally I think she couldn't wait to hear the depth and resonance of my snoring abilities..hahaha) They talked me to about what all they were going to do and I saw the xrays. Whew... that one piece of Buster (affectionately named kidney stone) was big and was completely blocking the exit of the kidney and had a bunch of gravel behind it. No wonder I was still hurting so much!
Then came the IV drugs... and then the gas mask... and then ZZZzzzzzzz
I woke up in recovery and I guess was yet again entertaining them beyond belief with the snoring. I wanted to shout.. NO THERE IS NOT A PROPELLER SHOVED UP MY NOSE!!!!.... hahaha. Anyway I did find out that my oxygen level does drop considerably when I fall asleep. It is not apnea, but they would like me to have a sleep test this year sometime to see if a CPAP machine would help with that or not. Now, the way I found this out was interesting. Seems that I forgot to do ONE thing... take off my nail polish... so they put an oxygen sensor strip on my forehead... and I swear they super glued it there. I came to this conclusion when they removed it. I did more than whimper and still have a red mark there. hahaha. (note to self... always remove nail polish before surgery) Finally a few hours later they sent me to post op and then sent me on my way.
A few things we noticed different this time:
- I noticed that I was super whoozey for a long time (hours) afterward. I guess they gave me more IV drugs this time.
- I have been RAVENOUS hungry since then as well. HUGE difference from last time when I couldn't eat anything at all! That means that they gave me Prednisone and that my Potassium levels are good!!
I am home and in my sweet recliner, resting and rejuvenating. Life is good. God is Faithful.
Signed... A Muse of the Remnant..... Christine
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