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Things they didn't mention
It's done, I'm home, and I'm doing okay.
They were right about how the anesthetic takes effect -- one moment I was whimpering with anxiety and fully awake, the next I was waking up in recovery. However, I woke up panicking and crying for Greg. I don't know whether the horrible dizziness and disorientation I had for that first 20 minutes was the anesthetic, or the Fentanyl they didn't mention they'd be giving me afterward. I expressed concern about my codeine sensitivity and how it means I can't take Vicodin (and by extension making me worry about Fentanyl, since I couldn't remember what family it was in) and the nurse promptly said, "Oh, well Vicodin isn't codeine, so that wouldn't cause you a problem." *facepalm*
They finally let Greg back there with me because it was obvious I wouldn't stop crying and hyperventilating otherwise, and he got me calmed down.
The surgeon was insistent that I'd be in a lot of pain afterward, "the worst sore throat of your life". I beg to differ; I had a throat infection worse than this less than a year ago. He also mentioned that my ears would hurt from referred pain... In actuality, my ears hurt a heck of a lot less than my back teeth, and my tongue (which feels horribly strained) is the only thing keeping me from talking. Overall the pain is quite tolerable, and I'm not having any trouble swallowing painkiller pills. The antibiotic is a little more challenging, but that's only once a day.
I'm a little sleepy from the Tramadol; I may want to take Tylenol tomorrow instead.
I was doing well when I left Woodland, and it was only later that the swelling and strained tongue got to me... the good news is that they should pass pretty quickly. I napped most of the afternoon, and other than being non-verbal and a little sleepy from the drugs, I could happily go out and do stuff. Maybe we'll catch a movie or two tomorrow (I still have to see Indy, and the Hulk).
I should go have a little more food. If this is the worst it'll get *crossed fingers* I feel quite fortunate.
Now, if only the electricity would come back on out here... damned heat wave.
They were right about how the anesthetic takes effect -- one moment I was whimpering with anxiety and fully awake, the next I was waking up in recovery. However, I woke up panicking and crying for Greg. I don't know whether the horrible dizziness and disorientation I had for that first 20 minutes was the anesthetic, or the Fentanyl they didn't mention they'd be giving me afterward. I expressed concern about my codeine sensitivity and how it means I can't take Vicodin (and by extension making me worry about Fentanyl, since I couldn't remember what family it was in) and the nurse promptly said, "Oh, well Vicodin isn't codeine, so that wouldn't cause you a problem." *facepalm*
They finally let Greg back there with me because it was obvious I wouldn't stop crying and hyperventilating otherwise, and he got me calmed down.
The surgeon was insistent that I'd be in a lot of pain afterward, "the worst sore throat of your life". I beg to differ; I had a throat infection worse than this less than a year ago. He also mentioned that my ears would hurt from referred pain... In actuality, my ears hurt a heck of a lot less than my back teeth, and my tongue (which feels horribly strained) is the only thing keeping me from talking. Overall the pain is quite tolerable, and I'm not having any trouble swallowing painkiller pills. The antibiotic is a little more challenging, but that's only once a day.
I'm a little sleepy from the Tramadol; I may want to take Tylenol tomorrow instead.
I was doing well when I left Woodland, and it was only later that the swelling and strained tongue got to me... the good news is that they should pass pretty quickly. I napped most of the afternoon, and other than being non-verbal and a little sleepy from the drugs, I could happily go out and do stuff. Maybe we'll catch a movie or two tomorrow (I still have to see Indy, and the Hulk).
I should go have a little more food. If this is the worst it'll get *crossed fingers* I feel quite fortunate.
Now, if only the electricity would come back on out here... damned heat wave.
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From what I remember, the first day wasn't the worst, but it didn't get horribly worse than that, either. The few hours after should give you a good barometer of what to expect, depending on when the various meds wear off.
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Hope your recovery is nice and smooth!