It has definitely been some time since I added a blog post. Creative juices are struggling and honestly I am not sure what to “report.” I know I have a lot to digest- there were many struggles to having this all take place. I have been telling everyone that open heart surgery wasn’t on the bingo card for the year. Honestly, I am not sure how all of this transpired to be here for the year. I am struggling with the idea that if something is going to go wrong, it will with me. The chances of having a central line infection are always going to be there. The actual event of having a central line infection hits differently. You feel like you have been chosen for something you must have done wrong. Missed wiping a cap or cleaning the line 6 seconds instead of a full 10. Maybe it was missing a dose of meds or…
Several “strikes” came out against me as well.Once I got transfer orders, it still took several days to get to my destination and plan for surgery. then surgery got canceled due to situations beyond anyone’s control. The second surgery attempt was canceled due to a bad UTI bug, and then finally the third attempt was successful.
The final surgery was so successful that I barely spent anytime in the ICU, which I guess ended up being a good thing, but it created a lot of unnecessary stress. Looking back, that was so far ago. It was scary and more than anything very stressful. I am happy to be part of the decision making again. It’s very hard for me to give up my independence as well as my ability to be an active member in my care.
I have been saying there are two points that, when followed, will help everyone be on the same page and lessen stress and anxiety. The first is to simply tell me what someone is going to do, BEFORE it is done. small things like adjusting the bed or removing tape can seem to come out of left field, to take 3 seconds and explain what is going to happen goes a long way and reduces stress. The second is to be aware of other things going on, such as my leg wound or similar. There really should be no reason why the leg wound is touched or bumped into if the provider is aware that the problem is present.
That’s the ugly part. It takes away from the pretty and special part. I am blessed to have nurses and techs that’s want to make my stay wonderful. These are the ones who go out of the way to give a real bath with soap and water and not just some cold wipes that itch. They are the individuals who sneak through the cafeteria to swipe some jelly because, honestly gluten free toast isn’t very good without some flavor. I respect these individuals so much, I am aware that I am less than a picnic in the park but I really value these folks that meet me half way and acknowledge how much I contend with.
The bottom line is spending almost a month in a situation that no-one wants to be in is taxing. My bed is calling my name and it will appreciate my new found strength to move around it freely again. Processing the surgery itself is going to take some time. I honestly wasn’t ready for the depth and life- changing part. It wasn’t until I saw my incision that the impact hit me. I don’t want to play the game, about other people and similar surgeries, since all of us have had a unique path to get to where we are headed. I am happy with what needed to get done and how it got done. I’ve been routinely told to trust the team and trust the process. I found this harder to do than deal with the pain and annoyingness of the surgery itself.
Today, this adventure continued. I moved to intense rehab, where I receive at least 3 hours of rehab each day. Evaluations in all areas were conducted today and I was challenged to stay awake through all of them! We started the morning cleaning up at the sink and tomorrow will be another SHOWER day, which means I will be exhausted afterwards. I demonstrated my strengths and weakness as they relate to getting dressed and setting myself up for success for the day. I would be a liar, if I didn’t say it felt pretty good to see myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth or fixing my hair. It also felt wonderful to wear real clothes and not a hospital gown.
As I continue to progress in therapy, (my biggest hurdle at this point is endurance, I look forward to meeting goals of returning to pre-surgical status, but also reinventing my “normal’ to be a little harder and a little more protective of what I once was able to do! Please continue to pray for me and my success in this endeavor!
