Early in the morning, my nurse prepped me for surgery by making me change back into a yucky hospital gown. Around 10am the lovely folks from radiology came to get me. The weirdest part was riding on the elevator while laying in bed. Such a strange feeling. The radiology nurse took a while explaining how the bag would works and all of the supplies needed to keep the tube clean. I proceeded to get sick again and was given another dose of meds. At this point I still had my magic button and was taking as many drips as I can to make sure I had enough pain medicine to really make sure I didn't feel anything in surgery.
Eventually they wheeled me back and got started. For surgery, I had to lay on my stomach the entire time which was a bit uncomfortable. They gave me a little more sedation medicine and I was pretty much out for the procedure. I remember the room being freezing and the nurse talking to me about how she thought it was fine to drink wine while pregnant (um ok).
I woke up extremely itchy. They told me to warn the doctor next time because it was a reaction to the contrast dye they used. They pumped some Benadryl through my IV and it made me really groggy.
Next thing I knew I was in yet another yucky gown (evidently I lost some blood during the surgery on my other one). I slept pretty much through the reminder of they day and was starving for lunch around 3. My nurse (who I loved!) had to check on me every 15 minutes, making it difficult to stay asleep. I also had to get up frequently to use the bathroom. I still have one perfectly functioning kidney so bathroom habits remain normal. I slept until 5:30 or so and woke up upset because I couldnt find Jay,my cell was across the room and I needed to use the restroom. I felt soo helpless!
Finally Jay returned around 6:15 and I ordered and ate dinner. I was feeling pretty good and excited when he told me we would have visitors. He even helped me straighten my hair in bed :)
I have to say how wonderful Jay has been during this time. Yes, he is different than having my mom there and yes, I missed her terrible and cursed my Dad for moving them to Atlanta but Jay was a pretty great helper. He is VERY caring and wouldn't let me do anything on my own. He wasn't so happy to follow my OCD instructions to keep the room clean but I did have an endless supply of Popsicles and help using the restroom.
Sara and Chad paid us a visit that evening and brought Jay some chick-fil-a. We hung out awhile and I showed off my new accessory bag. Ha! Around 9 my IV started to swell and I needed a new one inserted. By this time, he night nurse was on duty and she was the only thing I have to complain about the entire stay. She was such a sour puss and did everything she could to get out of doing her job. I was glad I had Jay there to advocate for me.
I eventually got my IV switched to a new spot, took some more pain meds and slept pretty good.
I'm updating the blog from an app on my iPad and can't mix pictures and texts but here are a few shots throughout the day.
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