Thanks for the love everyone and thanks for checking in this morning,
@Cynthia777. Here's my story while it's still kind of in my still slightly foggy mind. We arrived at 10:15 as requested. Nothing happpened until almost 2pm. And the nice volunteers in the surgery waiting room were baking fresh cookies for the support people waiting. Smelled too darn good
Back to pre-op, and I had a British nurse so she and my husband had some good conversation and it served as a bit of a distraction with the two of them talking about their old homes. But let me tell you, that nurse was very critical and judgemental of this board. It put me off. She couldn't understand why I'd go read somewhere where it was all what she deemed "negative". Trying to tell her otherwise was futile. When the anestheliogist came in, I made a last minute decision to be straight up honest with him. I told him I'd been taking 1 and a half of my pain pills, instead of the prescribed one for about the last month. He assured me it was good for him to know, so he'd know my tolerance might be a bit higher than if it'd just been one. And he went on to tell me 1 1/2 isn't abhorable - he often enough sees folks who take 2-3 times the dosage. Then he came with the versed, and I have to believe he made adjustments on that dosage because that was the end of any lucidity/memories for me. My husband told me I kissed him goodbye in a seemingly coherent state. But believe me, I wasn't. I don't even recall the post op room.
We went with a spinal, propofol, injection of experel into the hip and an anterior approach. When I woke up (kind of), I was apparently ravenous. I have no memory of any of this yet, so my husband took a photo. Nice of him, eh?! What is really touching in the photo is the handwritten and laminated note that is taped on my gown pocket and shown on the right. I brought if for inspiration. It's something my late daughter wrote 3 months before she passed away. The OR staff taped it in gown pocket for safe keeping. That meant the world to me - the reverence they showed.
Now it was Friday night and we went up to the room and woke up a bit more to devour pizza and slurpees (bless my husband). The next morning, got the cath out and was told it was time to get up. Just like I'd read here, it was tough the first time and each time got a bit easier - until the point in which I have done too much and then it's just painful. That happened yesterday because the home nurse came by as well as PT. I'm so on the fence about PT. I'm going to try today with walking 5-10 minutes each hour only and see the effect that has. I've been icing every waking moment and staying right on schedule with my pain meds, except for last night. I did not even wake up to use bathroom, or with pain or anything so I went about 9 hours or so and was not miserable without them. *Not ready to dance yet, just not utter misery.
I think I'm overthinking the elevating part of this, trying to get my legs above my hip and my heart above my legs. I'm not sure why it's difficult, but I'll keep working on it today. And yes,I'm using the diagrams provided here.
To summarize, I thought my pain/level of nastiness would be about a 19 on a scale of 1-10, and it's basically been around an 8 or better and definitely better today. So it's a win for sure. Thanks for reading. I thought of you all often!