Nov. 16, 2017

Same-day post-operative epidural injection

After we left the surgery center, my sis, sis-in-law, and I went to eat dinner at Olive Garden.  None of us had eaten so we were starved.  The only sad part about this was watching my sis and sis-in-law see me wincing and shifting because I was in so much pain.  I do realize that I cannot control their reactions, but I hate being the cause of any second of sadness for them.  It just goes to show just how wonderful these two women are.

There was no way for me to hide the fact that I was in a lot of pain.  I just got through the procedure, where I was told that it would get worse before it gets better, and yet I wasn’t given any pain medications.  I was even out of my pain meds that were prescribed by my primary care provider, so I was stuck.  I was starving and ate to my stomach’s content, but my spine, left butt cheek, and entire left leg down to my toes were in incredible and unavoidable pain.  This didn’t bode well for the hour and a half we’d be stuck in the car.  I leaned heavily on my cane and took my time.  My body didn’t give me any other options.

My procedure was scheduled for 3pm and we made it home by 7:33pm.  The road wasn’t smooth by any means and I was fighting tears and sobs every time we hit a bump.  I didn’t want my not-so-little sister or my sis-in-law to see me cry.  They would naturally be sympathetic, but still.  As the big sis, I couldn’t do it.

By 9pm, I was ready to cut the left lower side of my body out.  My muscles seemed to be rippling.  The nerves seemed to be screaming for mercy.  By 10pm, it all suddenly went numb.  When I tried to walk, it was like dragging a 100-pound sack of dead weight around.  Thank God for my cane.  By 11pm, I filled out the pain feedback form, then I had to force myself to rest.

Next…the day after surgery.