Two days since the biopsy and memories have started to blur, though there weren’t any of the actual procedure to begin with because, y’know, general anesthesia and no complaints about that, not at all. The promises that I’d be well taken care of were kept and how, from the moment of sign-in all the way through to being wheeled out in a chair I probably didn’t need – I recover quickly. During that time no less than 6 nurses worked with me not to mention various other staff including anesthesiologist and of course my surgeon, and all of them were not only highly competent but friendlier than anyone has an obligation to be at that time of morning. They set a high standard indeed for future incidents of surgery.
Not of course that I’m hoping for any. Many. Whatever.
(The closest thing to a hitch experienced all day was when the cab company supposed to arrive at 5AM called at 4:50 to inform me there were no cabs available and they didn’t know when any would be. What the F*CK, you know? So I called Green Airport Express and they sent a nice little Prius that arrived right when promised and even got me to Alta Bates early. Whew.)
Superstar props go to D___ and A____ for getting me home safely (including a stop for pain meds en route) and making sure I had everything needed for a day of convalescence, or longer if needed which was a good thing because that’s what yesterday essentially ended up as too. I have great friends, as Facebook has served to remind me this last week and a half. Hard to have too many reminders of that.
What I have now is a 2-3” incision held closed by something like glue (which I’m told will peel off in another 5 days or so) and a bottle of hydrocodone/acetaminophen mixture for post-operative discomfort that’s so far mostly absent. My stomach is giving the usual trouble, actually much more than the usual, but it has been for a week now: hard to tell if it’s stress directly, or the impact of the food I’ve been indulging myself with as a reaction to stress, or maybe just the dehydration which is a constant issue for me regardless and has been for months and months – I just can’t seem to consistently remember to make myself drink water.
The stomach issues are yet one more thing to discuss tomorrow when I see the oncologist. Right now I’m not looking ahead farther than that appointment and even then I don’t know how many answers to expect it to provide, although as long as it’s more than I have to date I’ll have no complaints about that either.
(Republished from my personal Facebook account with minor revisions)