Surgery Update (by the victim herself)

I can honestly say I wasn't expecting it to be this easy.

I hope I didn't speak too soon.

I was pretty nervous for my gallbladder surgery yesterday. I think I can honestly say I felt that people were praying for me even last night (the waiting game is almost the worst part!) and by evening I was relaxed completely! I slept WELL last night and that shocked me!

We got to the hospital around 6:45am to have them draw blood to test liver functions. Those turned out good, which meant the surgery would be less complicated. Praise the Lord! Then they did the whole rig-a-ma-role of getting me situated and telling me I could die and those things. I don't enjoy that part. I've kind of decided I'm a wimp about things...and I'm blaming that fact on the fact that I've never had a cavity/filling. Maybe if I'd had to endure minor things, these major wouldn't seem SO terrible? They gave me some anti-nausea meds because, they informed me, I am the right age and gender to be most likely to be sick after anetheisia. (Wonderful.) During that time my pastor came to visit. That was a surprise, and a nice visit to take my mind off things! Then they gave me the sedatives. YAY.FOR.SEDATIVES. I don't think I remember everything after that! And it doesn't bother me one bit! I do remember Gary praying with us :) (I had wondered if I would) and them taking me back to the OR...I don't know if I remember the whole trip there, but I do remember them moving me to the bed, and looking around thinking "I want to remember this, since, hopefully, it will be the only chance I get to be in an OR." So I looked at all the lights and felt how skinny the table was (they told me to make sure I was centered, lol...it was like just as wide as me!) Then thy told me to breathe in some oxygen. Now when I had my wisdom teeth removed they TOLD me when they were putting me to sleep. This time, either they tricked me, or I am not remembering them telling me. I took to deep breaths and the next thing I remember is waking up to the nurses talking about the fact that I was breastfeeding, as if that changed some med they were going to give me. They then made a call. My first thought was "did they not know that? Second thought: I sure hope they didn't find out because I leaked all over!" (TMI??? Gotta love the loopy drugs...at least I said nothing out loud.) So I asked for water, about 16 times. Until they finally told me I needed to take it slow in case I got sick.

Sooo tired. That's how I felt. No pain. No nausea, no nothing. They kept asking how my pain was and I kept saying I felt fine. I didn't want vicadin (sp?) but they acted like I was crazy and wasn't leaving unless I had some. So we compromised and I had half the dose. The nurse was great. She was very attentive and maybe thought I was being a martyr (painwise). I think she finally believed me after I went to the bathroom and asked to change into my clothes. She kept saying how I looked great and she surprised at how fast I was recovering from all the drugs. The vicadin (just half) did make me feel drunk...good thing I only had half! I haven't filled that prescription and am hoping Advil will do the trick. Thats what I've always done after having babies, which I realize is different, but still a major thing.

I got home around 11:30am...starving. So I ate and watched Chuck, and facebooked, etc. I haven't slept yet...I've felt like it sometimes, but not enough to think I actually would sleep well. I've even held my baby girl (on the left side!) and fed my baby boy some of my food (surprise.) :) It's 4pm now and I've taken more Advil, even though I wasn't feeling pain (yet?)...and I really feel great (considering the circumstances....)

Dr. says the first 3 days are the hardest, then just don't lift for 14 days. A little difficult with 2 little ones, but I have my mom and Luke's mom here to help!

Thank you to all who have been praying for me up until today and through today. I appreciate it, and like I said before, I know it was those prayers that calmed my nerves and spirit, and that are helping my recovery to be so uneventful! It is a blessing to have you all praying and caring!