If you follow me on Instagram, you will know that I had surgery Friday the 20th, a little over a week ago. As a result, my time on the computer has been limited as my healing is slower than I would like. It's progressing as it should, but I'm impatient and have too many things I would like to get done, but end up crashing and sleeping more than I think is necessary. My body has other ideas. Hoping to get back into the swing of things this week.
Now, if you are squeamish about medical stuff, you might not want to keep reading. I don't write anything overly gross, but basics conversational stuff. My girls, however, think it's too much, so I'm just warning you.
This was surgery number 21 or 22 for me. My children's lives have been one continuous round of this surgery or that. From knees to ankles, eye to hysterectomy and tumors they have been patient and helpful in ways children shouldn't have to experience in their lives. However, they rally around me, around our family, helping in and pitching in ways that have taught them compassion and responsibility. We also have an incredible support system of family, friends, and neighbors. John is, of course, the glue that holds us all together. I am truly blessed.
Someone in our home is always sick, or it seems that way and with eleven of us coming and going to so many different schools and work we pick up our fair share of viruses. So most of my life as a mother has been one of frequent colds and congestion, but recently I have noticed that the children have all been more healthy and fewer people are sick except me. I continue to have constant congestion and pressure. After a recent 4-month sinus infection I decided it was time to see our ENT and figure out what the problem was.
After a CT scan and my history, he found that my septum was quite deviated and causing a series of problems that needed to be addressed surgically.
My surgery was scheduled for late in the day, 4:30 pm and it afforded me time to get a few more things done. It also meant that I was going to be more dehydrated from the fasting and would make IV insertion more challenging. I'm considered a hard stick. My veins shrink, roll, burst, etc. making IVs a little trickier, quite often a PICU nurse has to put them in. The only vein that would cooperate was on my left hand and the wrist. This one seems always to be the strongest, but it also causes the most pain after. I'm not sure how I feel about this intimate knowledge of my veins. I'm left-handed, so that is another downside of this placement.
Unfortunately, the very kind nurse who was helping me hit the nerve while inserting the IV and I've had some tingling in my hand ever since, but I think once the bruising is gone and with continued movement, things will improve. I had forgotten what a sharp sensation it is to have the nerve hit.
Everything went smoothly, and the doctor was pleased with the surgery. For me this surgery was miraculous. See I always get sick coming out of anesthesia. After 20+ surgeries, I know how my body will react and every time is has reacted sometimes quite violently with vomiting and nausea. It was something I was anxious about considering the packing that would be in my nose. As I started waking up from the anesthesia and nausea began I felt and calm and peace that I had not anticipated. With each passing minute, hour, and then days as nausea continued, but no vomiting I thanked a merciful Father in Heaven for this one tiny, but a huge miracle in my life. I did not throw up once. I have a very strong gag reflex, and it doesn't take much, like an intensely packed nose, so this one outcome is a tender mercy.
I am wimpy when it comes to head pain, so many others I can soldier through, but this one has been more challenging.
The packing was taken out of my nose mid-week, and I was shocked at how much was in my nose. It was disgusting. I was not shocked to find that my body was abnormally creating some stuff (I can't remember the technical name, I will have to ask when I see the Dr. this week) around the packing of my nose. As he was cleaning everything out and saying that this was a rare reaction, John just laughed and said, "If anything abnormal is going to happen it will be with Allison." Unfortunately, there is much truth to that, or perhaps it is not unfortunate.
There has always been crazy health related problems, abnormalities, but as I reflected on my life this week (I've had loads of time to reflect with limited activities) I have seen those same abnormalities in other most beautiful blessings.
I am getting stronger every day. I can accomplish a little more and am trying to be patient with my healing and recuperation. I am praising God and giving Him thanks for the abundant blessings that fill my life and specifically this small chapter.