It’s been five days since I’ve had my microdiscetomy and I’m guessing that I’m doing as well as can be expected. The anesthesia didn’t cooperate with me as well as I would have wanted to; I choked and threw up (clear liquid, thankfully) when they removed the breathing tube from my throat and kept telling the nurses “something is wrong,” being unable to form the words “Hey, I feel nauseous.” Took me a good 20 minutes to explain to them that I felt nauseous, so the proper meds were slightly delayed getting to me.
At home, my husband set me up to stay upstairs on our giant mattress with my Percocet and every pillow in the house. I didn’t think outpatient surgery would hit me so hard, but I felt like my entire body was under attack for the first 48 hours. My appetite is almost non-existent; yesterday was the first day I was able to eat a somewhat normal amount of food, and it has made me feel pretty godawful today. I’ve been sleeping as much as possible; my body gets to the point where it give up and I can’t help but close my eyes. I’ve also been trying to walk as much as I can to promote healing, which is super fun since I can only walk like a drunk penguin at the moment.
The nurse blew a vein in my right arm trying to set the IV, so a second nurse had to set it in my left arm. I’ve never had issues with IVs before, but my right arm is bruised and my left is both bruised and sore. Straight out of surgery, I couldn’t bend my wrist without a shooting pain going up my entire left arm. My hand, where the IV was inserted, is sore to the touch, but thankfully no longer swollen. Safe to say, my irrational fear of IVs has now reached another level.
The good news is that the pain I was feeling prior to surgery seems to be gone. I can still tell that my nerve is damaged; the numbness in my foot is still very present (I thought it had let up, but I think the Percocet had me confused). I’m going to have to get back into physical therapy to make sure I heal properly and don’t reinjure myself in the future. I still have over 2 weeks before I’m allowed to even drive again, and who knows when they’ll let me go back to work. It seems crazy that such a tiny movement in my back destroyed my whole body, and then a small surgery in my back makes me feel like a cripple. It’s all been a huge wake up call though; I need to start taking better care of myself from here on out. Don’t expect me to turn into a crazy health nut or anything, but changes definitely need to be made, because screw going through this ever again.