Okay, so. Surgery went really well.
My preop intake nurse turned out to be one of my old friends from nursing school. She suggested I get a little hit of "courage juice" (Versed) to chill me out going in, and it worked well. I wasn't stoned, but my nerves calmed very quickly. So that helped with my preop jitters. I have control issues and do not like being the patient
Surgery itself went great. Recovery was a bit of a bear, because I had all this referred back pain from the abdominal inflation. I also had a four-hour wait for a room, which was caused by a computer glitch that was messing with my patient file and making it hard to get me moved. Nobody's fault, but I was ouchy, so my recovery guy just kept giving me morphine. Probably a little more morphine than I needed, to be honest. I also had a lot of nausea, and my blood pressure wasn't cooperating - it was quite high.
So, my recovery patient care tech also happens to be my seventh-grade boyfriend. I love smallish towns!

His mom works for my surgeon, too. So he and my hubby and my nurse and my surgeon all got their Patient Advocacy Pants on, and next thing you know I'm in a private room, which is quite a luxury in a temporary post-tornado hospital. It was lovely, and my floor nurses were amazing. I had excellent care, and felt like I was back home again.
I had to have a fair amount of Zofran and even Phenergan IV - but once I was able to get up and walk, I didn't need pain medication at all. My incision sites look great and are healing well. My only big issues were nausea and vomiting (more like dry heaving) and my blood pressure, which finally did resolve enough to let me out under my surgeon's daily supervision. I get to call him every day and he's changing meds as needed.
I'm home now and holding down G2, light whipped yogurt in tiny amounts, and a little broth, plus my meds, so I think I'm doing well. I have five one-inch incisions with two staples each and they really aren't bothering me much. I'm tired and sometimes a little sore, that's all. And this morning, my blood pressure is down to 120/84, lower than it's been in years. I guess we'll see what Dr. H. has to say about that in an hour or so.
Oh, and my scale? Thinks I've already lost over five pounds.
