I’m
thankful this surgery was nothing like my first surgery when I had
open-heart. I was there for about 24
hours and then released. I was actually
a little surprised they let me go home that day, but very thankful because I
was getting a little impatient. J
You
know I really felt like God was trying to teach me a few things during my time
there now that I have the time to sit back and reflect. What I learned was just because things do not
go smoothly does not mean God is not with me and guiding the process. Let me explain. I got there on Monday around 1pm, they did
some preliminary things. One of the
first, we will call them, bumps in the road came while I was getting my blood
drawn. The nurse accidently bumped the
syringe (ouch!). We then move onto my
prep room where the next nurse tries to put an IV in my right arm. For some reason this was one of the most
painful IV’s I’ve had put in. Well if
you stay with me, you’ll find out why.
I
get into the surgical room and really I just want to be put under so I don’t
have to sit there and watch them put all these wires on me and paint me with
orange stuff. After about 10 minutes the
lady says, okay, and she puts a little water in the IV to test it. All of the sudden, pain starts filling my
arm. I say to the anesthesiologist lady,
“That hurts, is it supposed to hurt that much.”
She then proceeds to look at my arm to see that where the IV is in my
arm is beginning to bubble. Bubble! Why might you ask? Because my earlier nurse lady did not get the
IV inside the vein but only under the skin.
Good times. Hence, the pain. So then anesthesiologist lady takes out the
IV and she says, “Oh my, that’s just squirting out blood.” Now it wasn’t that bad, but it did bleed
through the cotton ball pretty quickly. So
they call in a nurse to put a new IV.
They turn to my left arm, which is full of little small veins! She finds one, puts it in, but unfortunately
there was some kind of block, it won’t work.
So then, no kidding, the head director of nursing lady comes in and
finds a vein in my left hand. Oye,
finally, 20 minutes later I go to sleep!
Oh,
but the fun has really only just begun!
After my surgery they bring me some dinner. I start eating and begin to fill sick, but I
try to keep eating because I know I need some nourishment. Eventually I get to the point where I’m so
nauseous I just have to lay down.
Because of feeling nauseous I really did not eat or drink much before I
went to bed. This is important to
remember for what happens next.
So
throughout the night they had to wake me up about three times to check my
vitals and all that fun stuff. So
needless to say I was quite exhausted. The third time they woke me up was to go
and get an X-ray at 6am. The nurse
pushes me in my fancy state-of-the art wheelchair (Okay, maybe not) to the
X-ray place. I stand up for my X-ray and
all of the sudden I start to feel very sick.
I say to the tech, “I feel like I’m going to get sick.” So she has me sit down in the
wheelchair. Next thing I remember is her
snapping her fingers at me. Why? Because I passed out. Opps.
Come to find out I was dehydrated.
So I got some breakfast in me and they pumped me full of fluids. They told me I might not get to go home
because of this so I put on a good show.
I walked out to the nurses station a couple of times (my first time
around I told them I came to do a song and dance for them and then my second
time around I made sure to wave and smile at my nurse) and they decided to let
me go home! Hey, God didn’t give me such
charm for nothing. J
Sure
we had some bumps in the road. But isn’t
this life? You see friends, God was with me, He was in
charge. At times I think we are tempted
to believe that if things do not go well then God was not with us or He must
not love us. Oh friends, what a lie this
is! Just because we are following Jesus,
this does not mean we will never suffer in this life. Things will never go perfectly (Read about the
life of Joseph and Job). We must
remember and even be intentional about looking for how God is moving in our
imperfect lives that are filled with “bumps in the road.” He is working and He loves us so very much. I was blessed in so many ways during my time
at the hospital with wonderful visitors and some very competent/compassionate
nurses. The way things worked out so quickly with the
heart doctors was truly God. Not to
mention all of the people who told me they were praying for me, it truly made
my heart feel good inside. And you know
what; I’m okay, I’m still in one piece
and I’m healing, I’m getting better.
As
I pray and reflect on my experience and am even tempted to believe lies about
who God is in my life, I am constantly reminded of Joshua 1:9 “Have I not
commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be
discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”
Thank
you Father for being with me throughout this whole process. I look forward with great expectation and
hope for the healing I will experience in body, heart, mind and soul. My hope is that throughout all of this You
were and will continue to be glorified.
Thanks for sharing this Andrea! Sometimes we nurses forget the other side of the experience, so thanks for sharing a patient's perspective! Praying for a speedy recovery and that this wonderful little piece of technology keeps your heart beating perfectly!
ReplyDeleteBecky,
DeleteThank you! I'm looking forward to getting a little pep in my step! :)
I want to see your song and dance! Thanks for writing. What an adventure. You never have been a boring one. :o)
ReplyDeleteMichelle,
DeleteYou know, if I was honest, I must admit I did not have a routine. I just told them I did, but they still thought it was funny:).
You know us Douglas gals, we've always got something happening!