My Surgery! I survived!

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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.

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Dodge

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