A quick update since several of you have been inquiring. I had my first post op appointment with the surgeon yesterday. The incision looks great and now I am only on "bra restrictions" for the next 2 months. Seriously. Makes you chuckle.
The not as good is I am still relatively
"drunk", maybe slightly improved since first thing this morning, from what we think is left over anesthesia. I wax and wane through the day never knowing if the morning will worsen or improve. Yesterday, I started fairly well. I went into work thinking it was do-able and ended the afternoon not well at all. I made it through the day because I had to be there anyway for the late afternoon appointment, but was in tears on the way home. The tears were nothing but a reflection of how how frustrated I was that I felt so "off". We did a panel of labs at the appointment since the surgeon agreed what I am experiencing is not ideal and wanting to make sure nothing bigger was going on that we were missing. We agreed to get some sleep (over 12 hours last night! Mercy), see what the labs show the following day, and see how I am feeling.
Well, today, I'm still "drunk" and have no confidence in driving or doing much of anything else. Results showed an elevated white blood count (but no obvious signs of infection) and an slightly elevated kidney marker.
Nothing specific to help direct us much. The elevated kidney marker happened one surgery before but was much higher then, but we are wondering if maybe my kidneys take a hit with sedation procedures. Kidneys clear the anesthesia out of your system and mine must be working very slowly. We reached out to my Primary Care Physician as well to give her a heads up on what is going on since the surgeon says "I gave up being a normal doctor a long time ago"(Chuckle) and he wants me to follow up with her if things aren't improved by the weekend.
This is SO very frustrating as I desperately want to be back to work and everything else. I really don't think there is anything that can be "done" for it, just having to wait it out, but I am not the best wait-er, and it's oh not so fun feeling woozey and dizzy and foggy most hours of the day. In fact, it feels pretty debilitating at times.
So that's the quick skinny and about all I feel like typing out right now. In the meantime, Oliver is helping me hold the fort down, but doesn't seem to mind the house arrest near as much as I do.
