Recovery

Well, well, well. It has been three weeks since surgery. The recovery road has been paved with thorns, as it were.

I was zonked on Percocet the first four days or so. Pain management. I was surprised how much pain I had. Have. It is tons better, but I still have quite a bit of pain, particularly in the "pocket."

I went back to work after a week, but I probably should have taken longer. I ended up leaving early a few times. One day I only worked two hours, because I could not handle more. Naps have been a necessity; some days I literally could not stay awake. (And I know how to use the word "literally.")

There was one odd happening that I wanted to bring up. I discussed this with both of my shrinks, ha. It was the day I got my staples out.

Exactly two weeks after the surgery, I visited Dr. Willy to have my staples removed. After an hour of waiting, he breezed in (yes, I was annoyed) and pronounced my back pristine. Best wound care ever. What can I say, I am highly compliant--you said to keep it clean...

The dressing was grafting to my skin, with a layer coming off with it. Ow. Orange gunk all over my back. Apparently the grafting never happens (maybe not literally never, but Dr. Willy had never seen it in all his years). I do have issues with adhesives.

When the dressing was finally off and the gauze over the incisions removed, Dr. Willy pronounced my incisions beautiful. Best wound care ever.

My friend took a picture of the stapled incisions and showed me. Surprising. Disgusting. Foreign. And then it occurred to me... How painful would this be?

The staples looked like they were really in there. They were crusted over. It occurred to me that I should have premedicated with Percocet. Dagnabbit. I nervously asked, "Is this going to hurt?" Dr. Willy paused, then responded, "You will feel some discomfort."

Everyone knows that "discomfort" is doctor code for pain.

I pushed my waistband down, exposing my hips. I hunched over, exposing my spine. It was not that bad when it began. Toward the bottom of the midline incision, some of the staples pulled and hurt. Then he started on the pocket incision.

The pocket incision staples were worse than the spine incision staples. Also, there were more of them, despite it being a shorter incision. Dr. Willy pinched my skin a few times. The staples pulled. I have definitely experience worse pain, but the unexpected aspect was challenging. I could not see what he was doing.

And then I had a strange feeling. I felt like I would pass out. I have wondered before how people could say that, how they could know that they would pass out. Now I understand.

I asked my friend how many more. She said, "Several." I told Dr. Willy, "I feel lightheaded. I think I might pass out." I guess I was too quiet; I had to repeat myself. He said there were not many more, that he would hurry, and then I could lie down.

I held onto my consciousness with both hands. The last two staples got stuck. Hurry up! And then I laid down on the gurney. I burst into tears. Dr. Willy gave me tissues and spoke in calm tones. I do not even know what he said. The fellow brought me juice. My friend stroked my hair.

Within 10 minutes, I was good as new. Well, sort of. I was dizzy. But I was not anxious anymore. Another fellow took me back to the procedure room to get some x-rays using the fluoroscope. He found that my left wire migrated a wee bit (it was halfway up my 10th thoracic vertebral body, a slight change from 1/3 of the way up), and the right wire also migrated (it was at the top of my 9th thoracic vertebral body, after starting halfway up). The right wire migration changed the stimulation pattern, so I needed to have my device reprogrammed.

After waiting around some more, the Medtronic rep showed up and reprogrammed me. I left with one program the same and two new.

I have needed SO MUCH REST to recover from this surgery, but it was worth it. My pain is down to 3-5, from 7-9. What a great change!