Thanks so much everyone!!! I've had so much company and been sleeping off and on and went for a 4 mile walk the other day and overdid it and people keep bringing me food and I'm gonna get fat!!! Hahahaha!
The fog has mostly lifted. But the smell. Oh my goodness. I guess I can take a shower.
From what I remember, we got there and they were going to send us home for 5 days on antibiotics because of bacteria in my urine that grew in a culture over that weekend. You can imagine how ballistic I went. I threatened to get a gun, the surgeon had a phone meeting with other surgeons, I peed again, they tested it and it was less bacteria so it was a go. What kind of freaking idiot would grow that culture over the weekend and not see that I had heart surgery scheduled for that Wed and NOT say anything??? I tell you, when I find out I am going to make that person's life miserable.
The surgery went well but the rest of it didn't at first. I had a real hard time breathing and they talked about intubating me again, putting me to sleep and back in the ICU. After a ct scan of the lungs they said they found "old" asbestos like damage and "old" clots. Apparently this particular surgery aggravated all this and it was hell to breath. On top of that, there were a couple of days when some of the nurses neglected me. I don't remember as I was out of it but my family told me. They just sort of ignored me and when that happend I went downhill. I honestly think I was dying and according to one doc was getting too much PH in my system? Which causes your body to shut down. It's like poison. Something like that. The surgeon came in, bla, bla, bla. Anyway, my sister layed on my bed, I cried, we cried and the next day I got off my ass and walked and made everyone walk me and here we are.
I got better in two days and stayed on a venti-mask almost the entire time.
One day the doctor came in to tell me that she was recommending I be transferred to a rehab place because of my breathing problems and I freaked out. But so did she when she stopped in mid-sentence and looked at me and said, "Where's your mask?" I had taken it off because it irritated me and it was laying on the bed. She had me walk to her. She walked me up and down the halls and I talked the whole time and she put her hands on her head and said, "There's hope!" LOL. From then on, I got better. I wasn't about to go anywhere but home!
I guess it's a new thing since my other surgeries but they test your blood sugar levels daily after and I was getting insulin for awhile. Not anymore.
The only pain I have is slight breast pain and pain in the groin from the pump.I have this medium size clot there that I named Freddie. I pat him and it's kind of comforting.
The incisions aren't bad and I honestly feel better that I did before the surgery. Everyone says my color is better and was even better in ICU than before the surgery. Now I am bored. I should be walking but it's boring alone. But I've got to do something.
Anyway, that's the scoop. Port Access surgery is the best! I don't even feel like I had heart surgery. Didn't meet any cute techs or docs and I don't think I yelled at anybody this time so that was good.
I am so very grateful and hope to be back at work Monday.
Peggy