Post-Op Update

I'm not ready for Tom to go back to work tomorrow. It's nice to have him here. I've enjoyed bossing him around. The last few days have been a big blur. I'm now two days removed from surgery and finally feel well enough to blog.

As most of you know, my surgery was Tuesday. I have to admit that I was anxious about going under the knife again. Who wouldn't be though, right? Surgery was scheduled for 1PM, but we didn't get rolling until after 2PM. More time to contemplate what was to come. Just what the doctor didn't order. I tried to put on my game face and be a good little patient. Speaking of faces, I made a name for myself when I was being wheeled down the hall to the OR. As my nurse pushed my bed down the hall, we passed my doctor and one of the hospital directors having a conversation. I did what any good patient would do. I put my thumbs in my ears and stuck my tongue out at them. The director was shocked and amused at the same time and commented that in all of her 30 years, she'd never had someone do such a thing on their way to the OR. My nurse cracked up laughing and may have even wet his scrubs. My doctor shouted down the hallway to start anesthesia, stat!

Surgery was a success, at least that's what my doctor told me. I'm not exactly sure I agree. This time around the doctors had to re-open my almost healed first incision. Once inside, the surgeons removed what was left of my thyroid and dug around the neighborhood to make sure none of the cancer cooties spread to my lymph nodes. This exploration for additional cancer cooties left me feeling like someone tried to cut my head off and not simply slit my throat. Unlike the first operation, I'm unable to get comfortable. I'm extremely stiff and bruised.

Sleep has been a challenge. Getting comfortable lying down is next to impossible. Sitting upright seems to be the only comfortable position but it makes getting sleep difficult. I've been nodding off sitting upright much like Tom does when I force him to watch Grey's Anatomy. Hahahah. As if being sleep deprived weren't enough, I feel nauseous and I'm pretty sure I have an infected tooth. Did I mention that my migraines have made an untimely return? Shoot me now. As bad as it seems, I do see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's a bright, radioactive one.

For now, I'm taking it one day at a time and I know that each day will bring less discomfort. I'm looking forward to feeling well again and getting back to work and preparing for the Holidays. It will be around that time that I take the next step in my recovery which is radioactive iodine treatment and quarantine, but that's a topic for another blog.

Thanks for all the well wishes and I'm now accepting visitors. Feel free to stop by and feel free to bring a mop and broom.