Day 1 post surgery
Today it still hurts to get in and out of the bed. I dread just going to the bathroom. You never realize how every day movements and activities become sheer torture until you've had breast surgery.
I found out today they put me on a diabetic restriction diet when I tried to order breakfast. Apparently the nurse forgot to give me the diabetic menu (instead gave me the no restrictions menu) and I ticked off someone in the call center by trying to order things I was not allowed to have. Yes I am diabetic, but I've never had to restrict my food intake because I keep my numbers under control. I hate it when doctors assign a generic diabetic regimen for patients that come into the hospital - instead of just looking at the care plan me and Dr B. made out for me. Ugh! I spent the rest of the day arguing with the hospitalist about how much insulin I do or do not need and to have the nurse stop pricking my damn finger so often. The hospitalist also treated me for low magnesium and low iron, so I was put on a regimen to fix those for the next two days.
Dr L. came in very early to check on me. She didn't stay long, but told me the surgery went well and that she would check on me again before I go home the next day. A few hours later, Dr A. came by and inspected all my incisions and bruises. I felt a sense of pride when he noticed a topical medication had been administered the wrong way and he was quick to get angry with one of the nurses. I love having doctors that stick up for me and will take notice of something that anyone too-busy doctor would have overlooked. He makes me smile!
Half way through the day, after the IV ABX and magnesium were finished, they removed the IV in my hand and I felt so much more free to move around! I walked around the floor and ate sitting in a chair by the bed. I was even able to shower without carrying the giant IV pole along with me. Whoo-hoo!
By today I can feel like I'm getting better already. I'm up moving around, I'm off the morphine pump, eating regular meals and feel a million times better after a shower. I felt a little depressed when Jeremy had to head back to Tyler to go back to work, so I spent the rest of the night by myself. I knew he'd be back the next day to pick me up. Not that I got much sleep that night any way - between the nurse coming in at 3am to prick my finger and the brand new student PCA at 6am who had no idea how to take a blood pressure on the calf before...
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