Alrighty folks. We had a bit of technical issues. My web hoster let his server go so I got switched to a new guy. Well the blog was backed up but wouldnt work on the new server. So he had to use an old back up that he had and there for I am missing some posts.
I don’t know what I’ve said from the date I wrote about the surgery. I do know the last entry was hank, so I can redo that one but as far as the rest…I don’t know. If you rmember seeing something on here and now it’s gone, that is why.
Sorry everyone!
Holly
Howdie folks. Thought I’d come in and tell you all how the surgery went.
First thing the alarm doesn’t wake me up anymore. I’m trying to get an alarm clock for the deafblind, so who knows how long that will take services to actually get it for me. It’s supposed to be a bed shaker or a pillow vibrator, something like that.
Anyway the alarm didn’t wake me up, by the time I got up and put my clothes on it was cutting it close. Isaiah stayed asleep so went and woke him up and took him to the sitters. She’s such a sweet lady and she is only like 5 feet away from my door. Lol. Not to mention Isaiah loves her!
SO got all ready and then I forgot I had to get my new Medicaid card, and then I couldn’t’ find my cane. God only knows what that child has done with it now. I used Edward’s since he was using his dog instead.
I took a valume an hour an a half before surgery, like they told me to even though I didn’t see a point in it. But I was thinking maybe they didn’t use much anesthesia so want you to be totally relaxed. So I took it. While I was in the waiting room it kicked in. God I was so out of it. I didn’t even know if I could walk. Then they started the I.V. for the anesthesia. I think that was too much. I was already like “cut ‘em out I don’t care!” I couldn’t have got out of a burning building if my life depended on it.
So poof I go to sleep and next thing I know I am being slapped, pinched, and god knows what else yelling at me to take a breath. I couldn’t’ hear too well at this time so they were right by my ear telling me to take a deep breath. I started signing to them, even though they probably can’t read it. I said I am breathing. They told me to take a deeper breath. I said I can’t, too deep and I cough.
Well my mind was still beyond messed up and I feel them taking out the I.V. and getting me ready to go. I said where are we going? They said you’re going home. I just laughed and said, “Like this? I can’t even walk. I’m way too drugged.” They told me they had a wheelchair for me. So the doctor and one of the nurses help me stumble to the wheelchair. Before I knew it we were at the van. I was like, “wo did I fall asleep?”
On the drive home, about an hour, I just leaned on Edward and was so out of it. I’ve never had this type of reaction. But I get home and go to sleep.
The oral surgeon calls and wants to know how I am doing. I talk to him and tell him I am fine. He was like, “oh ok that’s good.” I told him I think they over did it with the meds because this has never happened to me. He said he was only able to take the top left and bottom left out because I wouldn’t breathe for him. I told him that I think I have sleep apnea but never been tested for it. If I sleep on my back I forget to breathe and then finally take a deep breath. Also, when I get to comfortable with drugs I forget to breathe. He said that I had respiration problems and it was a brain tumor and the anesthesia causing it. So I was like, “well I’ve never had this problem before and have had like …ion’t know 10 surgeries?” He said when I get to feeling better to come back and he’ll do the right but this time he won’t use an valume or anesthetic, just the Novocain. Oh boy, will I be able to handle that? Lol.
So I came home and emailed Dr. Friedman. I asked him a bout this respiration issue and a brain tumor. He said only if they are very large. I asked him if I had one of these tumors that affect respirration and he said yes but currently very small.
So now I’m a little freaked out by this news? I need to find out exactly where this tumor is and how to treat it because I don’t want it to get out of hand, or hopefully that it can be treated?
So please thoughts and prayers my way would be appreciated. But, that was my day from “hell” and just think, I get to go through it again!
Holly
