Surgery #2 went better then expected. They said the infection wasn't as bad as it looked on ct scan but they give it a good clean out and said the implant looks attached and well. So that's positive news to hear.
Oh and go me .... Even tho I was stressed about my surgery I still decided to go ahead with Physio yesterday. Which Physio was impressed. I ended up sitting on end of bed and stood up for a few minutes only. It felt extremely more difficult this time but I think it was also because I hadn't eaten and wasn't able to drink. But I did it and that is all that counts.
And the wait continued, I think that made my anxiety worse, they had thought my surgery was around 3pm-4pm. I wasn't able to drink or eat anything after mid-night before, which sucked. These hospital rooms are dry so my mouth was dry and pasty until the surgery. It was driving me nuts. The nurse allowed me a few ice chips thank god but still didn't do the trick. My parents and Dan were up here with me all day. Finally out of nowhere they came to get me around noon or so. I was a little upset that we weren't given any notice they just showed up. They wheeled me down the hall to the surgery waiting room and my parents and Dan followed. They got me situated in a room and a lady came and asked me a bunch of questions. I was very upset and emotional. <On a side note right now, my IV keeps beeping, the nurse comes in to stop it and then it starts again. It's been going on and off all day. It drives me up the wall. Ohhh and finally she stopped it again.> Well waiting in the room, I saw people being prepared for there surgery and other people waiting. I just kept thinking I don't want to go through all this again. Dan kept reminding me this is nothing, the worse part was over. I tried to listen but it's so much easier said then done. Eventually my Doctor came to speak to me and just went over what was going to be done, he told me I'd be taken well care of. Then the ansthelogist (dunno if I spelt that correctly) lol.....she came in with a nurse. She explained she would be watching me the whole surgery and taking care of me. She was a nice Jamaican lady who sang the whole time they wheeled me down to the operating room. When we got to the point, I had to say bye to Dan and he promised me I'd be fine and kissed me. When they wheeled me into operating room, I started freaking out abit. I was given some drug through my IV and then they put oxygen mask on, asked me to take some deep breaths and then I remember being woken up in OR, nauseated and extremely cold. I was eventually wheeled back to my back where my parents were waiting for me. Dan had to leave to pick up the kids. All I wanted when I got back was an ice cold water. I'm pretty sure I chugged back a bottle of gaterode and tons of water.
Oh and go me .... Even tho I was stressed about my surgery I still decided to go ahead with Physio yesterday. Which Physio was impressed. I ended up sitting on end of bed and stood up for a few minutes only. It felt extremely more difficult this time but I think it was also because I hadn't eaten and wasn't able to drink. But I did it and that is all that counts.
And the wait continued, I think that made my anxiety worse, they had thought my surgery was around 3pm-4pm. I wasn't able to drink or eat anything after mid-night before, which sucked. These hospital rooms are dry so my mouth was dry and pasty until the surgery. It was driving me nuts. The nurse allowed me a few ice chips thank god but still didn't do the trick. My parents and Dan were up here with me all day. Finally out of nowhere they came to get me around noon or so. I was a little upset that we weren't given any notice they just showed up. They wheeled me down the hall to the surgery waiting room and my parents and Dan followed. They got me situated in a room and a lady came and asked me a bunch of questions. I was very upset and emotional. <On a side note right now, my IV keeps beeping, the nurse comes in to stop it and then it starts again. It's been going on and off all day. It drives me up the wall. Ohhh and finally she stopped it again.> Well waiting in the room, I saw people being prepared for there surgery and other people waiting. I just kept thinking I don't want to go through all this again. Dan kept reminding me this is nothing, the worse part was over. I tried to listen but it's so much easier said then done. Eventually my Doctor came to speak to me and just went over what was going to be done, he told me I'd be taken well care of. Then the ansthelogist (dunno if I spelt that correctly) lol.....she came in with a nurse. She explained she would be watching me the whole surgery and taking care of me. She was a nice Jamaican lady who sang the whole time they wheeled me down to the operating room. When we got to the point, I had to say bye to Dan and he promised me I'd be fine and kissed me. When they wheeled me into operating room, I started freaking out abit. I was given some drug through my IV and then they put oxygen mask on, asked me to take some deep breaths and then I remember being woken up in OR, nauseated and extremely cold. I was eventually wheeled back to my back where my parents were waiting for me. Dan had to leave to pick up the kids. All I wanted when I got back was an ice cold water. I'm pretty sure I chugged back a bottle of gaterode and tons of water.
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