Surgery Is Over!!!!
My day started off on the wrong foot and I knew when I took my fasting reading of 64 that I was in trouble......The surgery center tests every diabetics blood sugar and their test kit read 54....
My
pre-op nurse said she needed to talk to the anesthesiologist, who quickly appeared at my door and told me that he had to give me some dextrose through my IV. That brought it up to 95, so for now everyone was happy. I was getting ready for surgery and the 5 times they tried for a site for an IV on my right hand/forearm made me want to scream! The 5th time was a charm but my arm looked like I had been through a war, cotton balls and paper tape everywhere. So everything was going smoothly and it was now time for surgery, I was now in the OR and was greeted by a mask that was pouring gas and I was told to breath in and dream that I was on a beach, before I could finish the image, everything went blank. I then remember trying to wake up and people talking loud and I just wanted to sleep. There was a problem with my ox sat being low and my blood pressure was low and my blood sugar had dropped back down to 57? I had alot of people standing around addressing each problem and one by one each was stabilizing except my blood sugar, I had a nurse bring my a large glass of orange juice, and I was nauseated from the anesthesia and I was told to drink the entire glass, someone has already removed my IV so the order to give me for more dextrose was scratched. I drank the orange juice and then I had my blood sugar re-checked and I was at 64. I was told that I could not leave until my blood sugar was 70. My nurse appeared with a small can of regular pepsi and bingo, in 10 minutes I was at 105 AND I COULD LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!! I have the world's largest ace bandage wrapped up my arm and they put my arm in a sling with an ice pack on each side. My recovery room nurse went over my discharge with Mom, since I was having trouble remembering the date...lol....Went home and Mom needed to run to the bank and to get my prescriptions, she was gone forever and I could not open my prescription bottle open.....those child proof caps keeps everyone out. My pain was at a 9 out of 10 and duh...I remembered that I could now have Advil or Aleve, I took 3 Aleve and the pain started getting better in about 1 hour. And them my Mom got home and I needed help with everything. I soon had everything that I needed and let Mom rest, poor lady was walking so fast with her walker, I could not have made it through the day without her. So now we wait and see how much relief I will get from the surgery, and I was told again, that the recovery would be slow. I am thankful to be right handed because I am not able to use my left hand.
