Please meet me in the emergency room this afternoon..... boo hoo! The incision on the right breast looked even worse this morning. To the point that there was a mild waterfall from it when I leaned over to dry off my legs after the shower. All of my other marks are healing well so there was something obviously wrong. Rather then ruining mine and the doctor's Christmas' I called today and said I think we should take care of it. It was already planned for the kids to have time with their Dad overnight so I wouldn't have to change anything for them. And my bonus, Super Grandpa was sitting in his recliner with the day off and no special plans. He loaded me into the car and off we went. It was a quiet trip and the only comment made when we got there was that this brought back old memories. None of which were good, of course. We got the usual song and dance from the er dept and waited hours til my dr was even called and told I was there.... annoying. Especially cause I was hungry and he told me over the phone not to eat or drink since we were probably headed for surgery- again. He checked me over and said let's not wait anymore, it's better to be safe and not risk infection.
An operating room was booked for 5pm, I was treated like a pin cushion and sent upstairs to wait. The nurses upstairs had no idea why I was there, couldn't find my paperwork, and spent a few minutes trying not to look like chickens with their heads cut off. Cracked me up! A little visitor came to check on me and the orderlies promptly came to haul me away. Fast forward a few minutes, time sure does fly when there is an anethesiologist around ;-)
The doctor found a piece of fat, must've been something else, that had died in the incision and wasn't letting the rest of the tissue heal. He was glad that we took the time to fix it now instead of it causing a big problem. Now both of us can quit worrying and enjoy Christmas!
I woke up to two very sweet recovery nurses covering me in warm blankets and one male nurse who was rocking out complete with air guitar. We all had a good laugh. They used an iv medicene to knock me out so I was up and ready for battle fast as lightening, even pain free, at that moment. They found my patiently waiting Father and we all went back upstairs. The three rules for getting yourself out of the hospital after an out-patient procedure are, eat, pee and walk. I power ate two packets of saltines, a bowl of red jello, asked the nurse to help me haul my iv pole to the bathroom, and then we walked two laps. Ta Dah!! Can I go home now?!?!? They looked a little surprised and said sure. Hooray! I was home before 9:00 with my favorite tacos for dinner.
No drainage tubes, no steri- strips. Back to an ace bandage for a couple of days but hopefully completely on the path to recovery! Just to be really safe I will also be starting another course of antibiotics, yeah more pills :p At least I still have time to get the presents wrapped and rest before the monkeys get home tomorrow.
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