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Sinus surgery – Day Two

Me and my gauze mustache
Me and my gauze mustache

I made it through the night all right. I got up once for more pain reliever, but was mostly okay for sleeping. I woke up at the crack of dawn. I was wide awake and actually feeling pretty good. First thing in the morning, I did the sinus rinse the doctor suggested. I used on of those Neil-Med Sinus-Rinse things where you squeeze the bottle and it shoots salty water up your nose. I’ve had one for a few years now, so I was well-aware of what it was going to be like. Except that you are never prepared for blood and goo coming out. Not ever, really. It was super gross and you should be glad that I was not coordinated enough at that point to take pictures.

Nick got the boys ready and took them to school and went on to work himself. I drank an Instant Breakfast beverage, took my meds, and sat on the couch with my bundle of helpful things:

  1. Plastic cup full of water with a helpful straw (some websites say you shouldn’t have a straw after surgery. I wouldn’t have been able to drink without it.)
  2. Big coffee cup full of tea
  3. Box of tissues
  4. Box of Q-Tips
  5. Nasal Moisturizer Spray
  6. Lip Balm
  7. Vicks Vapo-Rub

I only got up off the couch every few hours and only to a) go to the bathroom and b) get some more liquids. It was a process. Mainly I watched TV and dozed.

At lunch time, Nick came home, made me some soup, got me some more beverages, and went back to work. It was very exciting, obviously.

Some kind friends brought the kids home from school. One came in and made me some tea, one came in and let her kid play with my kids in the backyard for a while. Eventually I managed to send the spare kid home (I don’t remember him coming in, but there he was). Nick’s mom came and took boys to piano lessons. Once Nick came home, I went back on to the bedroom and retired for the day.

Once Nick came home, I went back on to the bedroom and retired for the day. Dinner was brought to me in bed. It was cut up into tiny, tiny chunks, which was good. One thing they don’t tell you about this surgery is how much your jaw will hurt afterwards. Maybe it’s just the RA giving me further problems, but I could barely open my mouth at all.

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Sinus surgery – Day of Surgery

I couldn’t sleep in. I just couldn’t sleep. So up I got and dressed and ready to go so early. My husband and dad came with me to the little surgery center. It was filled with so many waiting people and an inconceivable number of babies. There was barely room for us all.

They had me go back to the starting room alone at first. The nurse I saw the week before at my PASS appointment was there to ask me questions. I answered them all, changed into a gown (with my sports bra and PJ shorts underneath, put on the socks they provided me and went back to the starting room to get my IV. That was actually the hardest part of the pre-surgery day. My hands have terribly knobby veins and it was quite pinchy feeling in my hand. They let my husband come hang out with me at this point. Just my husband; they said I couldn’t have my dad, too, due to space issues, but the patient in the cubby behind me had two people and the kid next to me had three. It was weird.

Anyway, soon enough they wheeled me down to the surgery room, which was full of people and light on bed space. Seriously, I felt like I was precariously balanced on a skinny board with a head rest. They put a mask over my face and talked to me a bit, then realized I wasn’t losing consciousness, and pressed the mask tighter to my face, telling me to breathe….

…and then I woke up and they were telling me that I needed to breathe deeper and slower. I had stuff covering my nose, so I knew they were done. I was freezing cold and burning up all at once. They kept trying to tuck me in and I kept trying to kick free. I could already breathe through both sides of my nose. I was stuffy, but I could breathe. Finally they uncovered me, helped me to a wheelchair, and let me go to the recovery room, where I was helped to yet a different chair.

In the recovery room, they brought me my husband, who said I looked better than he expected. They explained a few things and sent him off for the car while I sat in my wheelchair near the door.

I only remember one part of coming home: we hit a bump in the road and oh, did that hurt. Once home, I started to mentally perk up. I was starving and I wanted lunch. Nick had to go pick up my prescriptions, so my dad stayed with me. He fell asleep in the chair next to mine and I sat there and pondered the fact that I was more starving than in pain (the medicine from the hospital hadn’t worn off yet at this point). Nick came home, gave me drugs and soup and my mom came to pick up my dad. Then Nick fell asleep for a while, too. Having a loved one have surgery is very exhausting.

I sat on the couch the rest of the day. I took my Tylenol-3, which I really needed by then, and the antibiotic they prescribed me. The kids came home at some point and were put to bed by Nick. I was mostly in a fog. Eventually, I took my last, much-loved dose of Tylenol-3 for the night and was put to bed, too.