Monday evening, Sept 21, 2015 I got my chest port taken out. I was pleased when they said they'd just push my bed down to the OR for it since I was so nice and warm and snuggly, but I was nervous that I might have another bout of needing to run to the toilet. Then I got to the OR and they said I had to move over to the OR table! That flat, very hard table. It was so cold in the operating room but they quickly covered me in those warmed up blankets.
They had me lie down with my head on a round squishy gel pad that was pretty darn cold, and I said, "Wow, you guys are a bunch of meanies. Are you afraid my head's going to sweat or something?" Dr. Strobos got my sense of humor and he laughed. He took the cold gel ring and said he'd warm it up. He was squishing his hands all over it. I don't remember much else, other than being afraid that the cold room was going to make me have to "go". Luckily I made it through with no accidents!
Tuesday morning, Sept 22, 2015—Here's what I said on my Facebook page: I'm home! I got home at 11 am today. It's nice to be home, nice to be out the hospital. It'll take at least a couple weeks for my colon to remember how to work again, oh joy. One of my CNAs was a 25-year-old man. I told him, "This isn't something a woman wants to say to a cute young guy, but do you mind getting me some more diapers?" He said, "You mean the pull-ups?" I said, "You know why I need them. Let's face it, they're diapers." He said, "It's ok, you can call them pull-ups. You're a big kid now." :) That cracked me up.
Thank God for those pull-ups. Just as the nurse was about to wheel me out of my room in the wheel chair I had to literally jump out and run to the bathroom one more time. I literally just barely made it. That was nerve-wracking!
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