Surgery Vacation

Tuesday, September 22, 2015


Last week I had surgery on my wrist after dealing with a little thing called "De Quervain's tenosynovitis" for the past year and a half. I discovered the pain almost four months after I had Lucca when I couldn't even pick him up out of his crib, and after having several cortisone injections with little to no help at all, the next step was to have surgery.  Apparently this is a pretty common problem among pregnant women, or after just having a kid who is really freaking heavy and you are constantly lifting him all day everyday. 
See, these are the things they never tell you could happen to you when you have kids...
Anyway, I was set up to have surgery, two days off of work and Lucca was staying at my mom's for the weekend. For such a small surgery, the surgery prep was such a big deal. I went under general anesthesia and had a nerve block down my entire right arm from my clavicle to my fingertips. This will sound terrible (it sounded terrible in my mind) but I wasn't nervous about the surgery at all. In fact, I was actually looking forward to the drug-enduced sleep I would have over the next few days (yep, it sounds worse after writing it).
And I slept. A lot. Like swimming in a pool of drool on your pillow kind of sleep. Like holy shit what day is it kind of sleep. And it's been AMAZING. Don't get me wrong, I'm not promoting any kind of prescription drug use for sleep-deprived mothers, but this past weekend kid-free while I recovered from surgery was a lot like vacation.
I would have much rather been laying on a beach somewhere sipping Coco-Locos (you can get those in the Dominican) but instead I hadn't showered in 3 days, was wrapped in bandages with a hand full of stitches and an arm that felt like it weighed 60 pounds, and practically lived on my couch.
But, I got to eat what I wanted, when I wanted. 
I got to watch movies during the day.
I slept past 7:00 a.m. 
I took naps sporadically, often in the middle of eating or watching a movie.
I was waited on by my dear husband who cooked, cleaned and fluffed my pillows.
I mean really, if you want a "vacation" go have surgery on something. I'm healing quite nicely on day 3 post-surgery, a little sore but moving. Quite honestly, I've had the most difficulty just adjusting to being back to reality-- just like returning home from vacay
It was a good little "getaway", but I sure did miss that kid. I was ready to have him back once Sunday rolled around. And he sure came back roaring through our house like a tornado. Right now, I've just got to convince him not to get anywhere near my arm. Or not to touch it. Or bump it. Or squeeze it and laugh while I scream in pain.

Ha! Yeah right.
 

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