I’m alive and fully medicated
I’ve asked my parents the same questions at least four times now. They’ve explained to me that it’s a side effect from coming off of anesthesia – at least four times now. Somtimes I remember that I’ve asked the question before, I just can’t remember what the answers was so I ask it again. So, for the sake of my parents sanity, an update for my readers, and for me to look back on the next time I forget, here are the details from my surgery.
I had surgery to fix a ruptured ligament on my ankle, the ankle that I also broke and sprained on my 30th birthday in New York. The doctor has told me that the MRI pictures painted a pretty serious picture but that he was confidant they would be able to rebuild me so I agreed to become a bionic-Summer.
The surgery, which was supposed to take 45 minutes to one hour, ended up taking two.
Apparently when they got in there, the damage was even worse than they originally anticipated. The ligament the MRI had shown was completely snapped and detached from the bone. There was also a small fragment from my ankle bone that was broken off along with additional ligament damage.
When I woke up in the recovery room I instantly started crying. The pain was UNBELIEVABLE! I’m talking frowny-face 10 on the pain chart unbelievable.
The anesthesiologist (who was amazing by the way) put in a regional block behind my knee right before the surgery, but for some reason it did not work like it was supposed to. To get my pain to a tolerable level the doctor had to give me morphine, then more morphine, then two lortabs, then a shot of Demerol in my ass.
That last one shut me up.
When I got home I immediately passed out for three hours. No surprise there. When I woke, my stupid foot was numb. The block finally kicked in. Which is pretty damn cool because I now feel next to nothing - except for loopy.
The block will last anywhere from 8-24 hours, meaning I will likely be playing the pain vs. narcotics game by the time you read this post.
Here’s hoping the narcotics win!
Oh wait! My recovery plan… glad you asked.
For the next two days I am to remain vertical as much as possible with my foot iced and elevated. The doc is telling me to plan on two weeks off work.
Psh. Like that will happen.
I do however plan on working from home as much as possible.
I’ll be on crutches for the next four weeks and in a boot for two more following that. In there somewhere physical therapy will come along.
Right now I am still staying with my parents, sharing a bed with my sister Staci. They have been amazing to me and make sure I don’t fall backwards down the front porch stairs or overdose on pain pills. Next week I am moving into my place. Karina the Russian is going to move in with me to be my nurse. Truthfully I’d stay at my parents a little longer (they have a fully stocked fridge) but I miss my kitty and she can’t come stay here with me. Nothing quite as healing as a kitty curled up on your lap, even if that kitty is a bitch.