The two days following surgery, Saturday and Sunday, were the days that make the whole experience dreadful. They are still pretty cloudy as I try to recollect all that happened. I tried to keep up with the blog starting Friday evening following surgery, but gave up after typing sentences and then forgetting what the subject was before I even got to the end…very frustrating! The most important thing on my mind during these days was getting the pain under control. This was initially being accomplished with Dilaudid, which was being delivered through my IV. I had a clicker that allowed me to dose myself once every six minutes. I was afraid of what I would experience if I didn’t push the button, so I clicked it every time the light indicated that I could. But after a day or so, the narcotics create the absolute worst groggy and headachey feeling, so I challenge the pain a bit more to start weaning myself off the button. It was Sunday evening when I finally transitioned from the Dilaudid IV clicker to Oxycodone and Tylenol pills. It was great to see the drug that I associate with nausea and sickness go, as well as the noisy and disruptive apparatus that they are injected with — this also helps with sleep!
The pains that I’m dealing with from this surgery are very different than with the other surgeries. I still have some sharp incisional pains like what I experienced during my first surgery where they removed an abdominal muscle, but the most difficult and predominant are nerve pains. Even with my right leg gone, I continue to feel shooting “phantom” pains running up and down the leg. The one that bothers me most is a pulsing feeling in my “phantom” foot. Without looking and moving, I honestly feel like I still have two legs. Fortunately, these pains are all suppressed quite a bit with the drug Lyrica.
Friends and family are extremely comforting to have with me during this time. However, it comes as sort of a mixed blessing as you lay in a hospital bed surrounded by all of the important people in your life and you’re wearing a goofy looking gown, have hoses and tubes attached for all sorts of embarrassing bodily functions, are in a dazed and confused state from the narcotics, and best of all, you haven’t showered and smell awful. Meanwhile, friends and family greet, hug, and kiss, and all I can think is, I feel bad for them being exposed to my current lack of hygiene. I love having everyone here supporting me, but I just hope that you all don’t hold my hygiene against me for the rest of your lives. I swear, I’m a clean kid!