Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Oh yeah baby! I'm back!
Four weeks as of tonight! Feeling great! The Dressler's syndrome that sent me to the er last Tuesday is much better. Just left the surgeons office and he has cleared me to work, travel, RUN, drive!!!!!!! Oh yeah baby I am sooo happy right now. I ran down the hall after we left. Ha. No holding me back now. Will finish chemo after we return from Mexico late July. Xoxoxo
Friday, May 17, 2013
I just want to go back to work.
Tired of sitting and waiting. Tired of dr appts and nurse visits. I want to be normal.
However I am having a blast visiting with everyone. And breakfast with dad each morning. :)
Had a set back Tuesday night ended up in the er was insane pain. Dressers syndrome apparently which happens after heart surgeries. I got drugs and they sent me home after many many tests. I was doing so well! Walking a mile here and there. But now I hurt more then before. More X-rays today. I saw my metal rings holding my chest together, that was fun. And everyone wants to see my scar which they say "wow looks good" not sure if they are talking about by scar or my boobs, either way its fun. I just want to be back at work. :)
Back to work after Memorial Day.
Chemo after the Mexico trip in July.
However I am having a blast visiting with everyone. And breakfast with dad each morning. :)
Had a set back Tuesday night ended up in the er was insane pain. Dressers syndrome apparently which happens after heart surgeries. I got drugs and they sent me home after many many tests. I was doing so well! Walking a mile here and there. But now I hurt more then before. More X-rays today. I saw my metal rings holding my chest together, that was fun. And everyone wants to see my scar which they say "wow looks good" not sure if they are talking about by scar or my boobs, either way its fun. I just want to be back at work. :)
Back to work after Memorial Day.
Chemo after the Mexico trip in July.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
ICU was fun.
I hated the first icu. Not the smartest or nicest nurses in there. Some X-ray tech came in to do a chest X-ray around 1am. Sat me up all the way in the bed and made the bed hard, so it was fully inflated felt like concrete. Took the X-rays then laid me flat down (something you can't do to heart surgery patients) and she didn't make bed soft afterwards. So for 20 minutes I cried and yelled help with no response. I could not find my nurse button, could not move to look for it and the hard bed was pulling apart my chest as I laid flat on my back struggling to breathe. Finally some man ran by and I yelled as loud as I could. He popped his head in and said "did you say something ?" Apparently my loud screams were whispers. I said make my bed soft please. He did and I passed out. Worst experience of my life.
Until the 4 am sponge bath with cold water and an ugly nurse. That sucked. Then some woman walked in to take me for a walk to test my heart. This was at 730 am my surgery ended the evening before at 630 pm. This woman is crazy I'm not walking anywhere. I can't even sit up. So she prepped me despite me telling her I was not walking. I'm couldn't stay awake and my new nice icu nurse was there to take me to the other icu area. Determined this lady organized all my cords, machines and tubes that were connected to me and sat me in a chair trying to talk me into walking the halls. I kept falling asleep. After about 30 minutes she decided to take my blood pressure. 88/45 I was not walking anywhere. Ha. I win again. But really who thinks a heart patient about 12 hours after surgery is going to walk laps in the halls so she can get active heart readings??? Really?
The nice icu nurse that was laughing to herself while all that went down then she took me and all was good after that. I was happy. I thanked her. She laughed and said she was not going to make me walk around until I was ready.
Until the 4 am sponge bath with cold water and an ugly nurse. That sucked. Then some woman walked in to take me for a walk to test my heart. This was at 730 am my surgery ended the evening before at 630 pm. This woman is crazy I'm not walking anywhere. I can't even sit up. So she prepped me despite me telling her I was not walking. I'm couldn't stay awake and my new nice icu nurse was there to take me to the other icu area. Determined this lady organized all my cords, machines and tubes that were connected to me and sat me in a chair trying to talk me into walking the halls. I kept falling asleep. After about 30 minutes she decided to take my blood pressure. 88/45 I was not walking anywhere. Ha. I win again. But really who thinks a heart patient about 12 hours after surgery is going to walk laps in the halls so she can get active heart readings??? Really?
The nice icu nurse that was laughing to herself while all that went down then she took me and all was good after that. I was happy. I thanked her. She laughed and said she was not going to make me walk around until I was ready.
Heart surgery patients gone wild!
So the scope never happened. I was wheeled down to that department and as I came in the call came thru that it was canceled and I was headed to straight surgery. So this nice nurse explained to me that heart surgery is very risky and here is what they are going to do to you.....Oh no way lady. I will YouTube this crap later but no way are you telling me now.
I have enough medical training to know most of it but lets not freak out the patient before I go in, goofball.
So I went back up to my room, as the transporters knocked into everything along the way like my bed was some kind of bulldozer. Those guys cracked me up.
So back in my room, most of my family was there with gloomy faces. I kept the jokes going. Alexis looked worried, I could tell they all were but I wasn't. I had the easy part. I was going to sleep.
Many doctors came in that I had never met, telling me it has to come out. I was like great, lets go, I'm ready. I did call my surgeon that has done all my cancer stuff, he works a building away, I consider him my friend. I call him handsome he calls me gorgeous. He came by and talked to us, confirming it needs to come out and that the guy taking it out is amazing and he isn't worried about a thing. This dr is so laid back and has a great way of making everyone feel good. And that's all I needed to hear.
So before I knew it I was being taken again this time for good and who knew what was going to happen. So I continued the faces and jokes as my almost in tears family waved bye and I went thru the double doors. Then I cried but just for a second. Then I was ready.
Once in, they gave me those amazing drugs that make you feel so good and I was out.
Apparently the surgery went well. I'm still here. :) they had to go thru the front of my chest cutting the entire breast bone and leaving me with a beautiful scar. I guess my chest can't be my fav part of my body now... Ha!
Ended up in some icu for after heart surgery. Woke up hearing my family talking. I could not see them but I was so hot and I had some tube in my throat that stopped me from being able to speak and i wanted it out. My first goal was getting these hot blankets off me. So using hand signals I motioned like I was hot acting as if my hand was a fan. Nope they thought I wanted them closer, which made me hotter. So I grabbed the nurses hand and wrote "HOT" on it with my finger. He understood and the blankets came off. Next goal... Getting this thing out of my throat. Apparently being on the heart and lung machine you have to prove you can breathe on your own for a certain amount of time before the tube gets removed and the machine stops breathing for you. As my daughter stood beside me saying mom breathe! I went in and out. So I was breathing then I stopped so she yelled again. That's what I remember most, her yelling "breathe". Then some guy kept telling me to open my eyes. I did dramatically each time he asked but I was tired and didn't want my eyes open. But I could hear him and he was not taking that tube out until I woke up all the way...But I was awake... So the asshole in me pretended to start gaging and just like that he said we have to get this out and like that it was gone. So I was way more awake then they thought as I could think up this amazing plan to get what I wanted. Hahaha. Moral of the story... Don't pull me out of my sleep if you have tubes down my throat.
:)
I have enough medical training to know most of it but lets not freak out the patient before I go in, goofball.
So I went back up to my room, as the transporters knocked into everything along the way like my bed was some kind of bulldozer. Those guys cracked me up.
So back in my room, most of my family was there with gloomy faces. I kept the jokes going. Alexis looked worried, I could tell they all were but I wasn't. I had the easy part. I was going to sleep.
Many doctors came in that I had never met, telling me it has to come out. I was like great, lets go, I'm ready. I did call my surgeon that has done all my cancer stuff, he works a building away, I consider him my friend. I call him handsome he calls me gorgeous. He came by and talked to us, confirming it needs to come out and that the guy taking it out is amazing and he isn't worried about a thing. This dr is so laid back and has a great way of making everyone feel good. And that's all I needed to hear.
So before I knew it I was being taken again this time for good and who knew what was going to happen. So I continued the faces and jokes as my almost in tears family waved bye and I went thru the double doors. Then I cried but just for a second. Then I was ready.
Once in, they gave me those amazing drugs that make you feel so good and I was out.
Apparently the surgery went well. I'm still here. :) they had to go thru the front of my chest cutting the entire breast bone and leaving me with a beautiful scar. I guess my chest can't be my fav part of my body now... Ha!
Ended up in some icu for after heart surgery. Woke up hearing my family talking. I could not see them but I was so hot and I had some tube in my throat that stopped me from being able to speak and i wanted it out. My first goal was getting these hot blankets off me. So using hand signals I motioned like I was hot acting as if my hand was a fan. Nope they thought I wanted them closer, which made me hotter. So I grabbed the nurses hand and wrote "HOT" on it with my finger. He understood and the blankets came off. Next goal... Getting this thing out of my throat. Apparently being on the heart and lung machine you have to prove you can breathe on your own for a certain amount of time before the tube gets removed and the machine stops breathing for you. As my daughter stood beside me saying mom breathe! I went in and out. So I was breathing then I stopped so she yelled again. That's what I remember most, her yelling "breathe". Then some guy kept telling me to open my eyes. I did dramatically each time he asked but I was tired and didn't want my eyes open. But I could hear him and he was not taking that tube out until I woke up all the way...But I was awake... So the asshole in me pretended to start gaging and just like that he said we have to get this out and like that it was gone. So I was way more awake then they thought as I could think up this amazing plan to get what I wanted. Hahaha. Moral of the story... Don't pull me out of my sleep if you have tubes down my throat.
:)
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