Will it work?

I am one week into my post surgery. It was performed one week ago today and I must say I am feeling well. Due to my misunderstanding, it's called Arthroscopy and not Orthoscopy, LOL. Duh! Well that's what it sounded like to me. Anyway. I arrived at the hospital at 1 pm and registered and got settled. The doctor's coworkers (not sure what they are called) came in and spoke to me. The hated IV. I have had the luxury of experiencing this once before and it's not fun or comfortable. Especially when the anesthesiologist can't quite hit the vein. OUCH!!! Painful. After about 7 pokes, he managed to hit the spot. He informed me I had "curly" veins. I wanted to laugh as all I could think about was my hair. You know. Coily. Next was a sonogram of my neck. In the case that I would end up in severe pain afterwards, they could give me an injection in my neck to control the pain. They called it a Block. I know what that means in dental terms so I gathered it was the same concept and it was. Thankfully, I didn't need it. Dr. Lopez told me that there was a possibility that he would have to make an open cut. If he needed to then fine but I don't have scars on my body and wouldn't welcome one of the size he predicted. Turns out, the shoulder only required three samll slits about a 1/2 inch in length. I believe they will leave a mark but what can you do?

I was told it was time and they rolled me away on the bed. "We are going to give you something to make you sleepy now", was the last words I heard. I was happy my husband was there with me. He gave me a kiss before they carted me away and that was all I remembered until it was time to wake up. Again, pain. So much pain that I was on the bed in tears. I was freezing cold and crying. The nurse told me to take some deep breaths because she couldn't give me anything until I started breathing. They had the oxygen going and there were people talking all around me. Not a pleasant waking experience. Finally, I did what she said and got some pain medicine. In walks the hubby but they didn't let him stay long. The worse part is having to use the bathroom coming out of the sleep. You really think you have to go but you don't. She gives me a bed pan. Yes, sexy. To no avail. I told her I can't go. Then suddenly I could. They walked me to the bathroom and made sure I was safe. It felt odd with a stranger in there while you take a leak but I was still incoherent so I didn't mind so much. Aaahhh! Relief and now I can go home. I get back, she asks if I feel like I can get dressed. I said, "Yes" then got dressed. Oh and they warn you of the nausea. That was just awful. The entire ride home I was nauseous and I didn't think I would make it. Hubby stopped to fill my prescription for Percocet and home we went.

Let me just say that I have no idea how one becomes addicted to that drug. Why in the world would anyone want to feel like that. You are literally high. You nod off to sleep at any given moment just to wake up speaking nonsense. No one can make out what you are talking about. Then you nod off again. I felt like a true drug addict under the influence. I could not be held liable for anything I said the two days I was on the pain killer. I was so relieved I didn't need it the rest of the recouperation period. Each day is better and better. I'm out of the sling. I can move it normally again. Almost. There are certain positions that send a jolt of pain through the shoulder but overall I'm great and I hope this turns out to be a successful procedure. Only time will tell now.