Well, my hip labral repair surgery is officially over. I must say, for my first surgery, having it done in NYC was pretty cool. I mean, how many times do you get to go to the Upper East Side in Manhattan to have surgery at one of the top hospitals in the world? I am easily impressed, what can I say? I am sure there will be hurdles to jump through with recovery, (Eek, maybe "jump" was a bad word to use...) but thankfully, so far, everything has gone much better than expected.
I took lots of pics throughout the rainy day. You know you are officially a blogger when you are high on painkillers, but snapping photos in the back seat of the car to capture the ride home. HA! Enjoy!
11:45 am. The Lincoln Tunnel.
12:15 pm. Heading Up 42nd Street
1:00 pm. Checked in at the Hospital for Special Surgeries in Upper East Side. (Insert The Jefferson's theme song here: "Movin' on Up, to the East Side...". And oh yeah, we did sing it. Numerous times.) Had to sign a Health Proxy, which gave my husband permission to pull the plug if anything went wrong. And ONLY if something went wrong.
2:00 pm. Called into Prep Room. Dressed in sexy purple hospital gown, cozy green socks, and blue paper shorts. (I was rockin' it) Signed 500 papers confirming that it was the right hip that needed to be operated on. (glad they were very thorough on that note) Had hip bathed by some young male nurse. (and, no, he wasn't hot. Bummer) Answered a gazillion questions with three different nurses. (Geez) Had my hip signed by my surgeon (yeah. weird. I guess he signs all of his masterpieces) Blood pressure checked. (Squeeeeeze) IV inserted. (OUCH!)
My Hunter Green, Cozy, Double-sided Tread Socks. Lovely.
4:00 pm. Led Into Operating Room. (Creepy) Strapped to a table. (AHHHHHH!) Oxygen inserted in my nose. (Annoying)
Last thing I remember hearing: "I am putting this into your IV. It will make you feel like you have had a couple of cocktails."
Two seconds later?
OUT. COLD.
That was WAY stronger than two cocktails.
6:30 pm. Out of Surgery. Woke up in Recovery. My husband joined me and took this lovely picture for you to enjoy.....or laugh at. High. As. A. Kite. And my nose was red from me scratching it. Those pesky oxygen tubes made it itch.
7:30 pm. Ate and drank for the first time in 24 hours. The post-op meal of champions? Turkey Sandwich on Whole Wheat and a side of blueberries. Well, two sides of blueberries. I asked for thirds, but the nurse said there weren't anymore. She better be glad I had just had hip surgery or I'd have chased her down.
8:30 pm. I was able to go to the bathroom, which meant my bladder was awake. (too much information? Sorry. I've had two kids. I don't know what too much information is anymore.) Since I peed to their standards, I was released to go home!
8:45 - 10:00 pm. Contended with NYC traffic. Two of the three streets we needed to travel on were closed by police. Soooo, my amazing husband improvised and maneuvered around cars, yellow taxi's, tour buses and a sea of pedestrians who never obey the cross-walk signals. He was honking his horn like the best of 'em, too. If I wouldn't have been out of it in the back seat, I may have just had to kiss him.
11:00 pm. Arrived home. Emptied bladder. (again, too much info?) Climbed in bed. Oh, how nice to be home in my bed. A couple more painkillers and Zzzzzzzzz....
This morning......
6:30 am. Can't believe how great I feel. (Obviously, I am on painkillers, but still....) The hubs is brewing coffee, cooking breakfast and taking care of my toddler who is getting into everything. Some might feel a little guilty for just sitting back doing nothing. Not me. I have no choice and no guilt. Beside's that, it's pretty cute watching Superdad in action. He is earning some major brownie points. So, for now, I will let him do his thing, assume my position and enjoy the view from here.
Thanks for all of the prayers and encouragement! I feel so blessed!
'Til Next Time,
BRI
