I had the Chiari Decompression on Friday and was discharged from the hospital today.
No place like home.
At the hospital, pre-op, talking to everyone involved, doing the bloodwork, etc. up until the actual moment of no return, I was in my head “I can still opt out”, “I can still opt out”. One of the anesthesiologist said, “let m give you something to make you comfortable” or maybe it was, “let me give you something to help you relax.” And I said aloud, “Yes, please do so.” I think I took a deep breath, and then I opened my eyes, sort of, because thet were actually quite swollen and could barely see out of my right eye. It was very difficult to move obviously, as I was still coming out of anesthesia. I believe my first words were, “I need to see my husband.” And I think they allowed it before sending me up to ICU. At least this is what I recall, and it could be inaccurate because I am under the influence of Norcon. I am not even going to read about the side effects because they are an effective painkiller. I’ve gone without for a bit and the pain was incredible. Birthing children was easier than this, at least for me.
Here at home, we are about 45 minutes away from the hospital where the neurosurgeon was performing the Chiari Decompression.
Mostly highway, we still have quite a mess of crappy roads. I was nauseous and experiencing motion sickness, as well as feeling my body tighten for the impacts of potholes and old roads, as well as the swervy curvy motions on windy roads. I was very much in tears from pain by 4 pm, 15-30 minutes from my dosage. My caretakers (mother and husband) obliged and now we are on schedule: 4, 8, 12, 4, 8, 12.
I realize I am forgetful today, and at this point won’t worry about it. I’m on serious pain killers and recovering from a surgery where they not only took a piece of my skull out but they cut into my leg to use the tissue for a graft.
I remain positive, knowing the importance as part of my short-term healing and long-term wellness goals. I will do my best to manage what I can and to take good care of this body to the best of my ability.
July 6 is our follow-up appointment but I’d like to get in sooner to have the staples removed, at least.
And finally … I want to say, I think it’s going to be alright, Peace.