Re: My Surgery! I survived!

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Hey Dodge!

I'm so glad you survived! and are now freed!!! yay!!! Hoping your

recovery goes quickly and smoothly!!!

Heidi in Mass.

In a message dated 2/17/2009 2:38:04 A.M. Eastern Standard Time,

medicdodge@... writes:

Ok, I know you are all just dying to know what happened during the Dodge at

Surgery Show... NOOOOOOOT. So, I'll tell ya.

It went something like this. Rod took me and two books. One for him about

telivision, and one for me called Leaderdogs for the Blind: Whither Thou Goest,

about the forming of that particular guide dog school. Why? You ask? Because

I have been active in training dogs for service/guide and protection/law

enforcement work, as well as detection, search and rescue and competition,

since I was 12, and it was my first thorough reading on the subject... And one

of my favorite books still today!

We had to wait for a looooooong time. Apparently doctor was behind. We made

it to chapter 4. This book is out of print and was written in 1982, but if

you are a serious dog person, get it, read it, take notes!

Anyway, finally, they brought me back into a room. There was the usual

changing into a gown stuff, which Rod had to help me with, because they

wouldn't

let me take my morning meds, no other docs have ever had a problem with me

taking an opioid injection a couple hours before surgery. Then I was ready.

One of the nurses came in and gave me two pills, both for my stomach, then,

they took me to " the Holding Area " . And I'm like thinking what the hell did

I do wrong?

While I'm there the first nurse who comes up to me starts talking to me

about my service dog. I'm like how do you know I have one? I ask. She says

they

wrote him, and his name and breed in my chart, along with how beautiful he

is. She even let me see it. I had not brought him up there with me. The plan

was for Rod to bring him at the end.

I was then spoken to by the nurse anesthetist. She noted that I was very

opioid/drug tolerant. I mentioned it, but she said she was aware, and by the

tone of her voice and her body language, she was. She talked to the

circulating nurse and the anesthesiologist who then both came and talked to me.

The

anesthesiologist said, " Well, since you didn't take your meds, we'll just

give you what will get you up to the point as though you had, then, we'll give

you the extra narcotics for your procedure. " They also gave me some verced,

because I was so scared I was shaking. I wasn't scared long. I received

that, plus Dilaudid and Fentanyl.

After giving me " enough narcotics to kill a horse " and being surprised that I

was still chattering like a magpie on a sunny day, the anesthesiologist was

about to order me to have more, when the doctor said he was ready. this

meant I got them on the move.

Flashback to the age of two, and when I had an organ transplant..Flashback

to the age of two, and when I had an organ transplant..<WBR>. A big room...brig

over my face and me freaking out.

This time, at least they warned me, and honestly, I was too relaxed and

pain-free to care. I had nice pain free thoughts.

.... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ...

I was " " . I was dying. They told me I couldn't go home because I was

dying... I was very upset.

.... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ...

I woke up. I found out later that there had been a in the room. She had

coded and slipped away. She was 99.

She gave it her best shot, but obviously, it was time for her to come home.

First thing I noticed upon waking was THAT I HURT! There was a nurse right

there who asked me if I was in pain and I said yes, and immediately, I was

given

some morphine. Again, " Enough to kill a horse. " It last a little over an

hour and again...same dose.

The second thing I noticed is that I was freezing...I was covered with

blankets. The third thing I noticed was... I had to pee. They bring me this

bedpan

and I'm like, " Heck no, I can walk to a bathroom. " Nope. Well, I finally

gave up on that, since they wouldn't cath me or let me sit up and peeing lying

down is against my instincts. Probably against yours, too. Yeah, I know, I'm

being gross, here. No more gross, I promise.

Finally, I was ready to go back downstairs. I did and I basically waited

around a while, but this time I got to see Rod! I was so happy to see him.!

I was also happy to see Dewey Mooey who lapped my face with kisses, and

bumped my knee...twice!

Then, finally...finally.Then, Then,

finally...finally.<WBR>..Finally.<WBR>.. They brought me a wheelchair and I was

More waiting and I got to leave.

While I was in recovery, and Rod was speaking to the doctor, Rod tried to

explain to the man about chronic pain patients, breakthrough pain, etc, etc,

and

that all these meds I take only help me deal with the myriad oooooos and ows

I face every day, and there are a lot of them, not knew ones that might crop

up...He wouldn't budge.

Not to worry, Dodge was prepared. Dodge thought ahead, and he did get some

post op pain meds...just not from his surgeon. Thank you Doctor D!

I got out of there and was so hungry I could have eaten an elephant, so

after stopping at my favorite place for take out, I came home, where I ate and_

have

been resting ever since.

--

Dodge

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Hi Dodge:

I am so happy to read that your surgery is over, went well, and you are

on the road to a great recovery. Glad you did so good!

Wishing you a full recovery, and pain free days ahead.

Hugs.

Barbara

>

> Hey Dodge!

>

> I'm so glad you survived! and are now freed!!! yay!!! Hoping your

> recovery goes quickly and smoothly!!!

>

> Heidi in Mass.

>

>

>

>

>

> In a message dated 2/17/2009 2:38:04 A.M. Eastern Standard Time,

> medicdodge@... writes:

>

>

>

>

> Ok, I know you are all just dying to know what happened during the

Dodge at

> Surgery Show... NOOOOOOOT. So, I'll tell ya.

>

> It went something like this. Rod took me and two books. One for him

about

> telivision, and one for me called Leaderdogs for the Blind: Whither

Thou Goest,

> about the forming of that particular guide dog school. Why? You ask?

Because

> I have been active in training dogs for service/guide and

protection/law

> enforcement work, as well as detection, search and rescue and

competition,

> since I was 12, and it was my first thorough reading on the subject...

And one

> of my favorite books still today!

>

> We had to wait for a looooooong time. Apparently doctor was behind. We

made

> it to chapter 4. This book is out of print and was written in 1982,

but if

> you are a serious dog person, get it, read it, take notes!

>

> Anyway, finally, they brought me back into a room. There was the usual

> changing into a gown stuff, which Rod had to help me with, because

they wouldn't

> let me take my morning meds, no other docs have ever had a problem

with me

> taking an opioid injection a couple hours before surgery. Then I was

ready.

>

> One of the nurses came in and gave me two pills, both for my stomach,

then,

> they took me to " the Holding Area " . And I'm like thinking what the

hell did

> I do wrong?

>

> While I'm there the first nurse who comes up to me starts talking to

me

> about my service dog. I'm like how do you know I have one? I ask. She

says they

> wrote him, and his name and breed in my chart, along with how

beautiful he

> is. She even let me see it. I had not brought him up there with me.

The plan

> was for Rod to bring him at the end.

>

> I was then spoken to by the nurse anesthetist. She noted that I was

very

> opioid/drug tolerant. I mentioned it, but she said she was aware, and

by the

> tone of her voice and her body language, she was. She talked to the

> circulating nurse and the anesthesiologist who then both came and

talked to me. The

> anesthesiologist said, " Well, since you didn't take your meds, we'll

just

> give you what will get you up to the point as though you had, then,

we'll give

> you the extra narcotics for your procedure. " They also gave me some

verced,

> because I was so scared I was shaking. I wasn't scared long. I

received

> that, plus Dilaudid and Fentanyl.

>

> After giving me " enough narcotics to kill a horse " and being surprised

that I

> was still chattering like a magpie on a sunny day, the

anesthesiologist was

> about to order me to have more, when the doctor said he was ready.

this

> meant I got them on the move.

>

> Flashback to the age of two, and when I had an organ

transplant..Flashback

> to the age of two, and when I had an organ transplant..<WBR>. A big

room...brig

> over my face and me freaking out.

>

> This time, at least they warned me, and honestly, I was too relaxed

and

> pain-free to care. I had nice pain free thoughts.

>

> ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ...

>

> I was " " . I was dying. They told me I couldn't go home because I

was

> dying... I was very upset.

>

> ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ...

>

> I woke up. I found out later that there had been a in the room.

She had

> coded and slipped away. She was 99.

>

> She gave it her best shot, but obviously, it was time for her to come

home.

>

> First thing I noticed upon waking was THAT I HURT! There was a nurse

right

> there who asked me if I was in pain and I said yes, and immediately, I

was

> given

> some morphine. Again, " Enough to kill a horse. " It last a little over

an

> hour and again...same dose.

>

> The second thing I noticed is that I was freezing...I was covered with

> blankets. The third thing I noticed was... I had to pee. They bring me

this bedpan

> and I'm like, " Heck no, I can walk to a bathroom. " Nope. Well, I

finally

> gave up on that, since they wouldn't cath me or let me sit up and

peeing lying

> down is against my instincts. Probably against yours, too. Yeah, I

know, I'm

> being gross, here. No more gross, I promise.

>

> Finally, I was ready to go back downstairs. I did and I basically

waited

> around a while, but this time I got to see Rod! I was so happy to see

him.!

> I was also happy to see Dewey Mooey who lapped my face with kisses,

and

> bumped my knee...twice!

>

> Then, finally...finally.Then, Then,

> finally...finally.<WBR>..Finally.<WBR>.. They brought me a wheelchair

and I was

>

> More waiting and I got to leave.

>

> While I was in recovery, and Rod was speaking to the doctor, Rod tried

to

> explain to the man about chronic pain patients, breakthrough pain,

etc, etc, and

> that all these meds I take only help me deal with the myriad oooooos

and ows

> I face every day, and there are a lot of them, not knew ones that

might crop

> up...He wouldn't budge.

>

> Not to worry, Dodge was prepared. Dodge thought ahead, and he did get

some

> post op pain meds...just not from his surgeon. Thank you Doctor D!

>

> I got out of there and was so hungry I could have eaten an elephant,

so

> after stopping at my favorite place for take out, I came home, where I

ate and_

> have

> been resting ever since.

>

> --

> Dodge

>

> Read my blog at:

>

>

>

>

>

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> _http://jumpthis.http://jumhtt_ (http://jumpthis.wordpress.com/) _

>

> Visit me at:

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> _http://www.grohttp://www.yahhttp://www.yhttp://_

> (http://www./group/a_different_reality) _

>

> And my adults only journal at:

> _ (http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/barackobam409128.html)

> _http://www.my-http://www.mhttp://ww_

(http://www.my-journal.com/slaveheat) _

>

> You can check out the progress of my new service dog in training here:

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>

>  Ok, I know you are all just dying to know what happened during the Dodge at

Surgery Show... NOOOOOOOT. So, I'll tell ya.

>

> It went something like this. Rod took me and two books. One for him about

telivision, and one for me called Leaderdogs for the Blind: Whither Thou Goest,

> about the forming of that particular guide dog school. Why? You ask?

Because I have been active in training dogs for service/guide and protection/law

> enforcement work, as well as detection, search and rescue and competition,

since I was 12, and it was my first thorough reading on the subject... And one

> of my favorite books still today!

>

> We had to wait for a looooooong time. Apparently doctor was behind. We made

it to chapter 4. This book is out of print and was written in 1982, but if

> you are a serious dog person, get it, read it, take notes!

>

> Anyway, finally, they brought me back into a room. There was the usual

changing into a gown stuff, which Rod had to help me with, because they wouldn't

> let me take my morning meds, no other docs have ever had a problem with me

taking an opioid injection a couple hours before surgery. Then I was ready.

>

> One of the nurses came in and gave me two pills, both for my stomach, then,

they took me to " the Holding Area " . And I'm like thinking what the hell did

> I do wrong?

>

> While I'm there the first nurse who comes up to me starts talking to me about

my service dog. I'm like how do you know I have one? I ask. She says they

> wrote him, and his name and breed in my chart, along with how beautiful he is.

She even let me see it. I had not brought him up there with me. The plan

> was for Rod to bring him at the end.

>

> I was then spoken to by the nurse anesthetist. She noted that I was very

opioid/drug tolerant. I mentioned it, but she said she was aware, and by the

> tone of her voice and her body language, she was. She talked to the

circulating nurse and the anesthesiologist who then both came and talked to me.

The

> anesthesiologist said, " Well, since you didn't take your meds, we'll just give

you what will get you up to the point as though you had, then, we'll give

> you the extra narcotics for your procedure. " They also gave me some verced,

because I was so scared I was shaking. I wasn't scared long. I received

> that, plus Dilaudid and Fentanyl.

>

> After giving me " enough narcotics to kill a horse " and being surprised that I

was still chattering like a magpie on a sunny day, the anesthesiologist was

> about to order me to have more, when the doctor said he was ready. this meant

I got them on the move.

>

> Flashback to the age of two, and when I had an organ transplant... A big

room...bright lights...no one telling me a thing and them just slapping that

mask

> over my face and me freaking out.

>

> This time, at least they warned me, and honestly, I was too relaxed and

pain-free to care. I had nice pain free thoughts.

>

> ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ...

>

> I was " " . I was dying. They told me I couldn't go home because I was

dying... I was very upset.

>

> ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ...

>

> I woke up. I found out later that there had been a in the room. She had

coded and slipped away. She was 99.

>

> She gave it her best shot, but obviously, it was time for her to come home.

>

> First thing I noticed upon waking was THAT I HURT! There was a nurse right

there who asked me if I was in pain and I said yes, and immediately, I was given

> some morphine. Again, " Enough to kill a horse. " It last a little over an

hour and again...same dose.

>

> The second thing I noticed is that I was freezing...I was covered with

blankets. The third thing I noticed was... I had to pee. They bring me this

bedpan

> and I'm like, " Heck no, I can walk to a bathroom. " Nope. Well, I finally

gave up on that, since they wouldn't cath me or let me sit up and peeing lying

> down is against my instincts. Probably against yours, too. Yeah, I know, I'm

being gross, here. No more gross, I promise.

>

> Finally, I was ready to go back downstairs. I did and I basically waited

around a while, but this time I got to see Rod! I was so happy to see him.!

> I was also happy to see Dewey Mooey who lapped my face with kisses, and bumped

my knee...twice!

>

> Then, finally...finally...Finally... They brought me a wheelchair and I was

able to do what nature intended. Thank you God!

>

> More waiting and I got to leave.

>

> While I was in recovery, and Rod was speaking to the doctor, Rod tried to

explain to the man about chronic pain patients, breakthrough pain, etc, etc, and

> that all these meds I take only help me deal with the myriad oooooos and ows I

face every day, and there are a lot of them, not knew ones that might crop

> up...He wouldn't budge.

>

> Not to worry, Dodge was prepared. Dodge thought ahead, and he did get some

post op pain meds...just not from his surgeon. Thank you Doctor D!

>

> I got out of there and was so hungry I could have eaten an elephant, so after

stopping at my favorite place for take out, I came home, where I ate and have

> been resting ever since.

>

> --

> Dodge

>

> Read my blog at:

> http://jumpthis.wordpress.com

>

> Visit me at:

> http://www./group/a_different_reality

>

> And my adults only journal at:

> http://www.my-journal.com/slaveheat

>

> You can check out the progress of my new service dog in training here:

> http://www.my-journal.com/demonsjournal

>

I hope you are recovering nicely. Surgery takes alot out of you, sleep well

Shelby