Well my friends, it wasn't/ isn't as easy as I thought it would be! Before surgery as I was on the gurney waiting to be wheeled into surgery I had a major anxiety attack.. sweating, I got clausterphobic an HAD to go to the bathroom soooooo bad! I was one hot mess I tell you! Anyway, I did make it to the O.R. and got all prepped on the table, According to the surgeon, the operation was a complete sucess and was pretty much textbook....
But then the real "FUN" started.. I woke up sooooooo sick to my stomach and in sooooo much pain! I ended up dry heaving for a few minutes and they administered every type of ani-nausea meds they had available.. It took a while for them to get thins under control, but when they did I had a pretty peaceful night (as peaceful as it can be in the hospital).. I woke up the day after feeling GREAT, but then around 12pm I started getting major nausea again so I got some more meds and took a nap. Woke up and started trying to drink again & got sick AGAIN! Finally they decided to stop the narcotic pain relievers and that helped a ton, but then I only got toradol and could only have it 6-8 hours apart!
Anyway, then I couldn't sleep that night to save my life so I was up at 3am, sipping every 15 , walking, and doing whatever I could so that I could go home that night. Well, the doctor wasn't sure if he was going to discharge me or make me wait one more day so I wouldn't get nauseous and dehydrated again. But I talked him into letting me go (Finally @5:00!!!) So I half slept sitting up on the couch and half laying on the couch... I'm soooo tiered and my kids are driving me crazy! REALLY crazy!!
Well, I hope the rest of our Firecrackers have better experiences than I did.