Just waking up from the after-effects of the anesthesia and oxycodone. Have been home for almost 2 hours but went straight to bed. Was at hospital very early but still had to wait in pre-op for my surgeon whose first patient was a wee lad of maybe 3 or 4. I didn't see him but could hear him crying. It's so confusing for little ones who are in pain and go to see someone who makes more pain for them. Dr. Gernon, my surgeon, apologized, but after having my hospital experiences I understood. I was not upset. He's a very kind surgeon and I have the utmost confidence in his abilities. He was the first one to see me when I started on my lymphoma odyssey, so he's better able to see what's happening to me.
I was brought into surgery late. I was supposed to begin at 8:30 a.m. but don't think anything started until almost 11 a.m. Like casinos, there are no clocks in the surgery suite.
They had to intubate me because the surgery involved my tongue and larynx. I still have them because they are giving me pain.
Since I don't drink or take any pills, the anesthesia wiped me out. I was told I was in recovery for almost 2 hours. As I was regaining consciousness, I still had the breathing apparatus on.
I'm still somewhat loopy and my sense of time is distorted. But I wanted to let you all know that I'm back. The results should be available sometime early tomorrow.
To everyone who has sent good vibes, love and caring and in other ways has helped me: it's not easy to put my feelings to words as the words don't express what I would like to say. Especially since I wind up sounding too corny.
