I awoke this morning, or would that be awoken?! early. So by 7am, I was showered, bed changed and all set for surgery. Though, I felt like a complete fraud! I checked my peak flows and they had shot up to 240. That is like what they were virtually when I was discharged 2 weeks ago. I explained all this to the surgeon and he said, well that is a good sign as it shows the steroids are working.
Anyway, I ended up getting the very first theatre slot so by 8:40, an anesthetist came to take me up, not even a porter lol. It was a bit hectic as you didnt have to do the usual wait around for a nurse and handover upstairs, it was just get into bed lets go. So got up there and they tried to flush my IV line, I had had my morning meds through it, but it had been painful and difficult, by the time I was upstairs, nothing would go through, so out came that line and with a lot of poking and prodding, they got a new line in, which is much more comfortable.
For some reason there were 4 anestists in the room with me. I think 2 were supposed to be there as scheduled in, then another random person showed up and starts asking me lots of questions and then last minute the big surgeons, anestist came in as well. spoilt eh.
So it felt odd going off without my trach, I had forgotten how annoying their stupid oxygen mask is that crushes your eyes lol, but I was out for the coutn pretty quick so all good. Came around in recovery and imediatly thought something had gone wrong. I looked at the clock on the wall and it showed 12, now if I was in theatre by 9, that would be a long scope. I was also wrapped in a huggy blanket. Which is a big blow up blanket filled with hot air. After about 20 mins I realized the clock was still on 12 so I had my times wrong and the blanket was just because I had done my usual of getting very cold during theatre.
So I came back to the ward and slept through dinner and most the afternoon. Strolled to the loo a couple of times, but things were difficult and I was struggling for breathe. This has luckily eased through the day and so it must have been post op swelling. Spoke to the surgeon later on and he seemed happy with the way things are going. Going to give me one last dose of steroids tomorrow morning and then see if my airway holds its own from then on. Plan is, to aim for discharge on Monday and come back in for another check up in a couple of weeks.
So overall looking good.
I ordered a book the other day, which I have been reading (and almost finished) and I have been totally engrossed in it. Its called 'Will I still be me' and is about a lady who is a psychologist who goes through a heart and lung transplant. There is so much in it that I relate to and so much of it is humbling. She deals with things so well and admits when she is struggling.