They scooped out my boobs yesterday. I was first case and they didn't get me back to a room until 8pm. I slept for a few hours, being interrupted every 1 - 2 hours for this or that. They put me on a bed alarm, and now I am stuck in this chair with a chair alarm on. If I could use my arms better, I'd be better at shutting the damn thing off. "It's for your safety." Annoyed as hell. I'm stuck in this chair, with the alarm set, and the CNA did not give me my call light. CNA 101.
I'm hooked up to a tele monitor because I had a junctional rhythm for 58 seconds in PACU yesterday. Hard to type, because the pulsox is on my left forefinger.
Also, haven't had coffee yet. They sent a clear liquid tray (no orders for a regular diet were placed yet...) with TEA. What is this, the UK? I called down for two cups of coffee a half hour ago.
Just crabby. They gave me toradol IV and a 5mg oxy tab about an hour ago, and I'm still achy. They're talking about sending me home after lunch.
I think the surgery went well. They have me in a fancy surgical bra, stuffed with some 4x4s, I've got two JP drains in, one on each side. My "breasts" feel tender, and they are red, and beneath the tenderness are solid lumps. It is weird, and I haven't really seen them yet.
Anyway. Just posting that I got through this part. Will stop now, rather than spit my crabby bile any further.