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The Foibles, Follies and Fancies of a Forty-something, First-time Mom
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

What the Hell Was I Thinking?

Surgery stinks.  Ouch.  Ugh.  Bleaah.  After giving birth, I was amazed at how quickly I felt pretty darned good.  After having a tiny little gall bladder out, I am amazed at how shitty I feel. 

So, What-the-Hell-Was-I-Thinking #1, I never should have worked Sunday night.  I'm almost 43.  I was going in for surgery.  And I work a 12-hour night shift?  Stupid girl.   At work, we will frequently talk of "buffing" a patient before surgery: getting the patient into the best possible condition before the procedure so that the procedure is tolerated better.  I was completely de-buffed. 

What-the-Hell-Was-I-Thinking #2: Kevin, gawdbless'im, took the day off from work today.  I thought that I would be ok with Rama working her regular hours (8:30-1:30).  Um, I slept off and on until 2 this afternoon.  And I'm not able to lift Jack.  Good thing that Kev was here.

To complicate things more, I am having numbness and tingling in my right leg, especially below the knee.  Yesterday, right after the surgery, it was my right leg and arm.  I was in tears, as I convinced myself that I had had a TIA (transient ishcemic attack, or mini-stroke.)  The same charming surgical resident who had done my pre-op showed up and did some basic neuro tests and convinced me that I wasn't having a stroke, but no one seemed to know why I'm having the numbness and tingling.  It's still here today, and my leg will occasionally give way, so I just spoke to my surgeon and she wants to see me tomorrow.  She thinks that it is from the belt on the bed that they used to strap me on (the head of the bed is put down at an angle ("Trendellenberg") to decrease the air in the abdomen that causes all of the pain), so that's a relief, but I still can't walk right or dependably, which is not a good thing, especially when I'm responsible not only for my motor locomotion, but that of a crazy, blond toddler. 

The pain isn't that bad.  I haven't had to take any percoset; I'm managing with Tylenol.  It's just the fatigue and my leg, really. 

And that's enough.


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