trailrunner
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I had my surgery yesterday. Short version: Everything went well.
Longer version:
I had a lot of anxiety about this surgery. A lot. In addition to the usual anxiety that we have before surgery, I had a few personal factors that added to my anxiety. Truthfully, I was an emotional wreck the morning of the surgery. But my wife was supportive, and the staff at the surgery clinic was fantastic and compassionate. One slightly funny thing - the surgeon came by to visit me before the surgery. He asked how I was doing. I said "I'm ok, but I'm really nervous about this." He said "Well, the good news is that I'm not nervous at all." Sounds kind of cheesy, but at the moment it lifted my spirits.
I was particularly concerned about the spinal, but that was pain free. The anesthesiologist explained that the needle was very small. He sensed my nervousness, and I remember him telling the nurse to go ahead and give me the cocktail about the time he was giving me the spinal. After that, I have a few vague, foggy memories of trying real hard to move my legs, getting slid and shoved on to the operating table, and then getting strapped down. I also remember raising my head and looking around, but had enough awareness to realize that at that point, the less I saw the better.
I started to wake up when they moved me to the recovery room. My wife joined me. I vaguely remember that as I was waking up, I was asking lots of questions. Today (the day after) my wife reminded me of some witty things I said that I didn't really remember. Fortunately I didn't say anything too embarrassing. I was in a lot of pain when I woke up. My BP was low so they didn't want to give me anything in my IV until it got better. As the spinal wore off, the pain moved around - first my groin (felt like somebody kicked me hard in my private parts), then my thigh, then my butt. It was probably just the spinal retreating from each region. The worst pain level was about a 7. After a while, my BP got better and the nurse gave me some fentanyl in my IV. Again, the nursing staff continued their excellent service. I can't say enough good things about them. I also vaguely remember the surgeon visiting me and telling me that everything went fine.
They eventually got me up to walk and do the graduation ceremony on the steps. As I was stepping down, I got dizzy, and the nurses immediately helped me into a wheelchair and had me sit for a while. I was very thirsty, so they brought me a cold Ginger Ale, and it was undoubtedly the best drink I have ever tasted in my life. Eventually I felt better, got up, passed the potty test, and was declared good to be released.
I got home about 330pm. My pain level was low and stayed low for the rest of the night. I was lucid, and I actually felt like I had a lot of energy. My poor wife crashed about 9pm. She has been a saint and got some well-earned rest. I normally sleep on my back, so my first night of sleep wasn't too bad. I woke up about 3am and could not go back to sleep for a few hours. I tried to go to the bathroom by myself but had another dizzy spell and decided to wake my wife just to be safe. After I finally fell back asleep, I woke up at 8am. My wife likes to sleep late, so I just stayed in bed beside her until she woke up about 930am.
So now I'm at D+1, and now I know what log leg is. Otherwise I'm doing OK. I'm still getting a little dizzy. The doctor called today to check on me, and said that dizziness is not unusual. Pain continues to be low (maybe level 2). I took an oxy today but I don't think I really needed it so I may go off it tomorrow unless I really need it. I am borrowing an ice machine, but it wasn't working last night, so now I'm using bags of frozen peas and vegetables. My wife is ensuring that I walk every hour, which feels good because it loosens my hip each time. It's a nice day here, and she made a point of opening the front door for me so I could stand and look outside and get some fresh air. I feel like I could manage to go outside and do a lap around my court, but I don't want to be an early entrant to the ODIC so I'm just going to stay in the house for now. My biggest current challenge right now is getting up and down, and getting in and out of our small bathroom with my walker. None of these are big deals and I'm learning to adapt. I had anticipated that I'd be sleeping a lot, but I feel energetic. I think for me this has been a bit of a very emotional ordeal over the past year, and now that the surgery is behind me my energy-draining anxiety has stopped. I know there will be some ups and downs in the coming weeks and months, but for now, that's where I'm at and this is the moment I am living in.
Longer version:
I had a lot of anxiety about this surgery. A lot. In addition to the usual anxiety that we have before surgery, I had a few personal factors that added to my anxiety. Truthfully, I was an emotional wreck the morning of the surgery. But my wife was supportive, and the staff at the surgery clinic was fantastic and compassionate. One slightly funny thing - the surgeon came by to visit me before the surgery. He asked how I was doing. I said "I'm ok, but I'm really nervous about this." He said "Well, the good news is that I'm not nervous at all." Sounds kind of cheesy, but at the moment it lifted my spirits.
I was particularly concerned about the spinal, but that was pain free. The anesthesiologist explained that the needle was very small. He sensed my nervousness, and I remember him telling the nurse to go ahead and give me the cocktail about the time he was giving me the spinal. After that, I have a few vague, foggy memories of trying real hard to move my legs, getting slid and shoved on to the operating table, and then getting strapped down. I also remember raising my head and looking around, but had enough awareness to realize that at that point, the less I saw the better.
I started to wake up when they moved me to the recovery room. My wife joined me. I vaguely remember that as I was waking up, I was asking lots of questions. Today (the day after) my wife reminded me of some witty things I said that I didn't really remember. Fortunately I didn't say anything too embarrassing. I was in a lot of pain when I woke up. My BP was low so they didn't want to give me anything in my IV until it got better. As the spinal wore off, the pain moved around - first my groin (felt like somebody kicked me hard in my private parts), then my thigh, then my butt. It was probably just the spinal retreating from each region. The worst pain level was about a 7. After a while, my BP got better and the nurse gave me some fentanyl in my IV. Again, the nursing staff continued their excellent service. I can't say enough good things about them. I also vaguely remember the surgeon visiting me and telling me that everything went fine.
They eventually got me up to walk and do the graduation ceremony on the steps. As I was stepping down, I got dizzy, and the nurses immediately helped me into a wheelchair and had me sit for a while. I was very thirsty, so they brought me a cold Ginger Ale, and it was undoubtedly the best drink I have ever tasted in my life. Eventually I felt better, got up, passed the potty test, and was declared good to be released.
I got home about 330pm. My pain level was low and stayed low for the rest of the night. I was lucid, and I actually felt like I had a lot of energy. My poor wife crashed about 9pm. She has been a saint and got some well-earned rest. I normally sleep on my back, so my first night of sleep wasn't too bad. I woke up about 3am and could not go back to sleep for a few hours. I tried to go to the bathroom by myself but had another dizzy spell and decided to wake my wife just to be safe. After I finally fell back asleep, I woke up at 8am. My wife likes to sleep late, so I just stayed in bed beside her until she woke up about 930am.
So now I'm at D+1, and now I know what log leg is. Otherwise I'm doing OK. I'm still getting a little dizzy. The doctor called today to check on me, and said that dizziness is not unusual. Pain continues to be low (maybe level 2). I took an oxy today but I don't think I really needed it so I may go off it tomorrow unless I really need it. I am borrowing an ice machine, but it wasn't working last night, so now I'm using bags of frozen peas and vegetables. My wife is ensuring that I walk every hour, which feels good because it loosens my hip each time. It's a nice day here, and she made a point of opening the front door for me so I could stand and look outside and get some fresh air. I feel like I could manage to go outside and do a lap around my court, but I don't want to be an early entrant to the ODIC so I'm just going to stay in the house for now. My biggest current challenge right now is getting up and down, and getting in and out of our small bathroom with my walker. None of these are big deals and I'm learning to adapt. I had anticipated that I'd be sleeping a lot, but I feel energetic. I think for me this has been a bit of a very emotional ordeal over the past year, and now that the surgery is behind me my energy-draining anxiety has stopped. I know there will be some ups and downs in the coming weeks and months, but for now, that's where I'm at and this is the moment I am living in.