During my pre-op appointment, I ratted myself out to the surgical team and told them about my oxygen levels setting off the alarm at 78 and 80% post-op last time, warning them that whatever amount of morphine the self-administering pump had been set for, it was too high, even though I knew how much I was going to want that med.
That was one of my biggest issues going in. Â Untreatable pain. What I didn’t expect was, they took that into account, took me seriously, and put me on a slightly different painkiller, and, they put me on oxygen so it wouldn’t be an issue. I don’t love plastic up my nose, but for that, it’s definitely okay with me.
I’m off both now. I’m far from fine but still, I keep telling myself this is easier than last time.
The surgeon’s first words out of his mouth on Wednesday when he saw me were, So. You decided not to go to your knitting conference?
As if! Â I wish. I’d have been there! But it showed he cared what was important to me.
You up in Portland, is it wonderful there or what?