The port implantation went very smoothly, and I’m home, fed, hydrated, and equipped with Percocet and antibiotics. Wonderful friend played taxi driver: thank you!
The new recliner arrived before I got back, and I can safely report that it is just as comfortable as it was in the store, and that there is plenty of room for the boxer.
I hate to disappoint you all, but the purple port? Is entirely buried under my skin. The whole point of having a port installed is that nothing sticks out, and that it’s easier to give IV drugs without wrecking my veins with repeated sticks. It doesn’t come in colors, and I can’t accessorize to match it, even if my fuzzy bathrobe is pretty much the same color.
I’m not allowed to do much of anything today, or lift over twenty pounds for a week, and I have a week of antibiotics just to make sure all heals cleanly. As already mentioned, I have Percocet too. But last time I had minor surgery, I used almost none, so I only filled half the prescription. Before I took one, I was uncomfortable but not really in pain. The incision site, of course, and turning my head is problematic. Not only will I not be walking the boxer for a week, I also won’t be doing any yoga. (Cranky about both! Maybe careful gentle yoga in a few days.)
It’s very cold here, and really not a bad day to huddle under a blanket and watch Doctor Who. I’ll probably work from home tomorrow so I don’t have to go out in the cold. If I’m still taking Percocet, I’m definitely working at home, or not working. (I have some reasonably brainless computer tasks lined up.)
My wonderful UCF friends sent me a gift basket. Chocolate is just full of antioxidants, you know. Very therapeutic. Though another friend told me that if I’d wanted a basket of goodies, she would have been happy to send me one without messing around with all this cancer stuff.
I am so well-endowed with people who love me and wish me well. That means a lot.
And now, Doctor Who. And maybe one of those cookies…
Sending you all kinds of good thoughts and well wishes!
Whoa! Had no idea you were having a procedure! good luck and a speedy recovery! Here’s to the healing power of dogs!
Pet the pibble for me if you would.
Love ya.
Mari
1. I’m glad the port placement was uneventful.
2. I don’t know why I got it into my head that the new recliner was purple. But it did, and now it’s stuck there. 🙂
3. Thanks for the Trygvi/recliner photo.
4. Chocolate is good for you, so says your own personal neurologist.
So glad all went well!
I am amused to note that you’re the smallest thing in the photo – huge chair, huge dog, and wee lady. 🙂
Sending you the good thoughts!
Heh: it’s a good thing that boxers are self-lifting.
Take care. And do keep us in touch, as far as you’re comfortable. People out here are concerned about you.
I’m glad the port implantation went smoothly. That really does sound like you’re a cyborg now.
Don’t try to be a hero, dearie. Take the pain killers BEFORE the pain can sneak up on you.
I got diagnosed with breast cancer this past August and had surgery to remove the tumor and a few lymph nodes. They gave me Vicodin, and I took it faithfully every X number of hours, and I never had any breakthrough pain. As long as the Percocet doesn’t cause any other issues, take it! *mother hen clucking*
And let your hubby do for you. I had the same situation, and it was nice to be pampered a bit and waited upon. You have a major task ahead of you – please allow many hands to help make lighter work of it. *hugs*
I’ll be keeping good thoughts for you. Please keep us posted!
I’m happy to see that you are home, healing, and have good company helping you get the new chair broken in. Lots and lots of warm and healing thoughts to you!