Eight days post-op
May 13th 2005,
I am feeling very sorry for myself today and everything seems so unfair. I had a bad night last night and I couldn't get comfy my legs also decided to play games with me. They simply quit working, I couldn't move them or feel them. So I called the nurse and wrote down what I was TRYING to tell her (the surgeon wants me to start talking even though no one can understand a WORD I say!!!) And with a very worried look on her face she walks off to call the Dr.
I am put back on the o2 and poked and prodded like mad, but in some ways i'm glad I can't feel it but it's not good. The Dr calls another Dr who asks question after question (doesn't he realise how hard it is to write everything down?) They are worried that I may have a clot and give me some meds just incase and they call the physio down. He does his thing and they all talk with each other like i'm not there! Then i'm carted away for a scan.
They find the problem and after several needles and meds later my legs are back! Now for some sleep I WISH!!! The Dr's have other plans in mind, they do more tests and want me to take a walk, yes take a walk at 3.00 A.M ( are they mad??) I tell them I just wanna sleep and they say not now, and say unless I get out of bed and walk with them and speedy (the zimmer frame) they will call my mum. (they sure do know how to blackmail some one!!!) After a few steps I feel really bad and pass out. I wake up a few seconds later back on the o2 and with monitors gallore!! I have another scan which shows that the vessel in my head is leaking. So another trip to the OR for me how fun!!!!
The drain was put back in (the brain drain was removed yesterday! and it sure did hurt!!!!) I told them they have to knock me back out to remove this drain!!!
My mum was very upset when she came to see me that she wasn't told about what had happened.
I am feeling very sorry for myself today and everything seems so unfair. I had a bad night last night and I couldn't get comfy my legs also decided to play games with me. They simply quit working, I couldn't move them or feel them. So I called the nurse and wrote down what I was TRYING to tell her (the surgeon wants me to start talking even though no one can understand a WORD I say!!!) And with a very worried look on her face she walks off to call the Dr.
I am put back on the o2 and poked and prodded like mad, but in some ways i'm glad I can't feel it but it's not good. The Dr calls another Dr who asks question after question (doesn't he realise how hard it is to write everything down?) They are worried that I may have a clot and give me some meds just incase and they call the physio down. He does his thing and they all talk with each other like i'm not there! Then i'm carted away for a scan.
They find the problem and after several needles and meds later my legs are back! Now for some sleep I WISH!!! The Dr's have other plans in mind, they do more tests and want me to take a walk, yes take a walk at 3.00 A.M ( are they mad??) I tell them I just wanna sleep and they say not now, and say unless I get out of bed and walk with them and speedy (the zimmer frame) they will call my mum. (they sure do know how to blackmail some one!!!) After a few steps I feel really bad and pass out. I wake up a few seconds later back on the o2 and with monitors gallore!! I have another scan which shows that the vessel in my head is leaking. So another trip to the OR for me how fun!!!!
The drain was put back in (the brain drain was removed yesterday! and it sure did hurt!!!!) I told them they have to knock me back out to remove this drain!!!
My mum was very upset when she came to see me that she wasn't told about what had happened.
posted by sarah | 5:52 AM
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