Actually I don't know why I put so many exclamation marks behind that. It really isn't fun. So i got surgery on my rotator cuff Friday. Originally I was told that they were going to drill two holes in my shoulder, do whatever they do and that was that. Well it wasn't that that. They also told me that I would be out of the hospital by 1:30. mmmhmm. Not so much.
The day started with me arriving at the surgery center at 8:30. So I got there nice and early...nice and early for me that is. Then I sat in a bed in a cold room surrounded by beautiful flower curtains that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. oh yeah.
Then this nice middle age woman, honestly she was nice, stuck me with some good ol fun IVs. Seriously hurt like hell. I mean I thought IV went in the hand, not on the side of my wrist where it hurts every time I move my hand. Then I sat for another hour.
My roomate and I talked about the ugly clothes women were wearing in the parenting and home and garden magazines. Then we spent a good 30 minutes talking about how messed up your life would be if you were named Jane Doe. Pretty messed up if you are ever in hospital, police or morgue. Anyways I will explain that thought in another blog.
Then this really funny doc came in to tell me that he was going to put a block in my arm. He warned me that he wasn't going to put an actual block in my shoulder but something about blocking the nerve so that I don't feel as crappy after surgery from all the pain. And that was the last I remember. He also put me in a very happy place.
The world was amazing there. mmm I kinda miss that crazy fun world.
After surgery is when life got interesting and I had no idea. So apparently I wasn't handling the pain very well. I kept waking up and wimpering in pain, so they gave me a wonderful dose of morphin. So while on morphin I told my roomate some pretty funny things. Something about how often I would get eaten if i was a pink dolphin and if i didn't get eaten I would sure get picked on a lot. I mean come one...every dolphin is blue and i am the outcast of the school because I am pink. Ill tell you the story one day.
Basically I was suppose to be out of the hospital early afternoon but I didn't leave until 4 in the afternoon. I kept passing out in pain and then they would give me more morphin. I was for sure enjoying life when i left.
The other part of that EVERYONE failed to mention was what they actually did in my shoulder. I guess that usually when some one tears their shoulder, the doc goes in a scopes it out. So my shoulder would only be as strong as the left over muscle or tendon or ligament but my doc like stitched my torn tendon to the muscle hoping that it would mostly grow back. That way I can keep playing vball.
Draw back... I have to shower one handed. I can't shave my right armpit all summer. Good thing I can't raise my arm anyways. I really can't do my hair or makeup. Putting on deodorant hurts. So I can't use my arm to do anything until like the end of July and then i start Rehab and then I get to start playing vball again!!!
Ok sorry this is a lot more informative than anything else. But here are some pictures of my shoulder! Yeah GROSSNESS!!!
Poor Heidi. What a bummer to have surgery! Your should doesn't look that bad at all. I had a friend that had that surgery and she could predict the weather afterward. Something with barametric pressuer or ??? So that could be a cool superhero power you gain.
ReplyDeletewhere is the countodown??? I am starting to question your Twilight super fan claims!