Rain sez: >>The worst problem I had for the first few hours is that I was sooooo incredibly thirsty.<<
ACK! I remember that too... And they wouldn't give me anything to drink. A couple of ice chips to suck on every few minutes but that was it.
>>Dang, I'm beginning to feel like I should write them all a thank you note or someting.<<
I actually did write all my nurses (and surgeons) thank you notes. It's not like I was a *difficult* patient or anything, I was just not havin' this new conservative approach being taken by some hospitals to painkillers. (I guess after my recreational drugs comment this is not surprising, LOL...) After that whole six hours of the breathing tube and not being given anything for pain (because they thought I was out cold all that time), the first two words out of my mouth were, "Pain. Killers." This cute little nurse smiles sweetly at me, gets something, and pushes it into my PICC line. "This is Toradol," she says brightly. "It won't make you drowsy." Well. Toradol is like Aleve--and as far as I'm concerned, not at all appropriate given the ordeal I've just been through. So I stare her down. "What? Drowsy? It's not like I'm getting ready to DRIVE out of here or anything..." I can tell she knows where this is going. "And in fact, right now I would LOVE to be drowsy! Nearly unconscious if you can manage it. What I would like, is a nice, strong, opiate-based narcotic that with any luck will make me incapable of speech for at least the next 45 minutes." She agrees immediately, probably having pegged me as a problem child she'd RATHER couldn't speak, and returns with another syringe of something and pushes it into my line. There it is, that painkiller buzz I've been craving for the last six hours... "What was that?" "Dilaudid." "How much?" "3.5 cc. Why?" "Just curious."
I found out that after that, for the rest of my stay, the surgeon ordered that very dose of that drug every 4 hours, "as needed." >snicker< Some nurses were agreeable, and just brought it in when I called. Others wanted to play that "pain scale" game--"is it better or worse than last time, do you think you could skip this one, etc..." One nurse asked me the second time (on her first night) "Oh dear, are you in pain already again honey?" "Not really, no, but it's been four hours since the last time and I'm entitled. Doctor's orders. I've seen my chart." She didn't argue and after that, she brought it like clockwork.
Sometimes you gotta train these people.
Anyway, the all did get thank you notes from me. As did one of the assisting surgeons, who is the same age as me who came to my room a couple of days later said, "I just wanted to see what you looked like awake."
Scott
