Finally, they put the mask on and I was out in about 2 seconds, maybe less.  They went to Joe to report on status periodically during the time.  I think the surgical time was about 2 hours although I was back there about 4 hours between getting ready and an hour to get me awake.

I don’t remember much waking up.  I know I was crying out in pain and asking for drugs and then falling back to sleep within seconds.

The first thing I remember was being in my room.  I could not stay in one position for very long (and lying on my back was not even an option) so Joe kept helping me to slide from side to side by pulling on a medical pad that was underneath me.

The evening nurse was great and so very helpful but she had to leave at 7 pm and Joe left slightly before that to go home and take care of the kids.  From then on, I was on my own!  The next 2 nurse shifts I got were useless.  They didn’t help me or check in on my.  I told one that I was going to throw up so she is puttering around looking for a bedpan and I said, “I am going to throw up NOW.”  She pushed the waste bucket towards me and I vomited a lot.  The nurse decided it was from the pain meds, so she decided not to give me any more oral meds and just give me my “breakthrough” morphine that was order.    Of course that was not enough to touch pain.  I also had so much IV fluid that I had to get up and use the bathroom every 1.5 hours – nurses were too busy to help!  It was horrible, getting in and out of bed.  I couldn’t stay in one position for long, so I was trying to roll over from one side to another or switched out with the car -  which is too hard to use as a single person who just had back surgery.  The bed was an airmattress and constantly deflating so I had no support for turning or getting in and out of the bed and all this with very little pain meds to control my pain.

The next morning, the new nurse was even worse.  She had a attitude that she knew what was best for me despite what the doctors or what I said.  They made me keep track of the frequency of the pain meds, so I would have to ask for them every 2-3 hours and then she would give me attitude about taking so much even though my doctor told me to stay ahead of the pain.  Someone screwed up my breakfast and I didn’t get any food until 9:15 am.  I asked for some crackers and got “the last one” with the read between the lines – and we won’t go find anymore.

I really could go on and on about the nurse care I received, it was really bad.  My whole situation could have been so much easier to deal with if I had someone compassionate and helpful like I did until 7 pm.  I had to ask the to empty the toilet measuring device so that I could pee the next time without it overflowing (it was clear that I was peeing just fine – but they refused to take it out) and I would get attitude that they were annoyed with me for asking for the few things that I had to ask for – even though I should have gotten help with so many other things.

I started to push for discharge as soon as I awoke the next morning since I knew that I needed to be on a healthy regime in order to get better with consistent pain control and help for getting up and down before I ended up falling and hurting myself.  The surgeon came in to talk with me and was also appalled at the lack of care and he said that I just needed to get an xray and then I could go home.  They brought me down for xray but then said they didn’t have discharge papers.  The intern wrote up discharge papers and of course he wrote for a different set of drugs than what my surgeon had told me to take.  I was just happy to get out of there though.

Getting in the car was quite painful.  The ride was okay until about the last 10 minutes or so.  I went to sleep once we got home and took pain pills on a schedule, used a lot of ice.  Moving was still very difficult but I had some periods when I wouldn’t move and was more comfortable.  More to come as I feel better and can write more.