Hey there… I missed you and I apologize for the delay in posting. My mountain decided to have some serious valleys come along and try to trip me up. But that story does not fit into this time line. So… it's finally Friday and I am fully Sonnie… what an amazing, wonderful, miraculous occurrence. Who would have thought that the outcome would have been so spectacular. That I would be fully and completely me and have no damage to my brain at all. In fact, the MRI showed that my brain is perfect. Hey you out there… be nice… I didn't say it, the doctor did!! So let's move on to that whole story, shall we??
Friday… ah, the day that most working folk look forward to… the day that, once over, shepherds in the weekend. I was told that Friday morning I would have my fourth and final surgery and then have an MRI while I was still out from my surgery. I thought this was odd as I had endured 3 previous MRI's in my past and didn't have any issues with them, they are loud, but, no big deal. The morning was actually starting to move along and no surgery. We were starting to wonder what was going on. Well the surgical team finally came in and proceeded to tell me that my surgery would be done in the afternoon instead. The MRI was going to be done first. Oh, panic started to set in just then. The big question and worry for me was "Are you going to put a breathing tube in my throat??" Oh how I hate those things, I was actually tethered to the bed for my want to pull out my tube in the ICU during my dark week. Much to my relief, the answer was no, if I could endure the procedure, they would let me go in without putting me under. They asked if I could lie still for the whole procedure, yes was my answer. "Are you sure??" "Ummm, yes, I have had 3 before. Two on my brain and 1 on my leg, no problem." See, at this point I still didn't know that I had tried to beat up the MRI Tech… geez. Needless to say, I was slightly embarrassed when I found out that little tidbit of information. At any rate, off I went for my MRI armed with my ICU nurse, who thankfully had lots of pain meds for my back so that I could endure the 2 hour test. I made it through without so much as a muscle twitch, well, close enough for government work as my mom used to say. Thanks to the pain meds and the encouragement from my nurse, Suzanne and the techs the MRI wasn't all that bad. Funny thing was that my nurse and Suzanne had to convince the techs that I was the same person they saw on Wednesday, I guess I was much nicer on Friday than I was on Wednesday… at least I didn't take a swing at anyone. Friday was getting better by the minute.
Back to my room in ICU. We were taken by my sweet transport tech Gordon…Flash, as we liked to call him. What a fun guy and such a sweetheart. Flirted with me shamelessly, which was so sweet considering I know what I looked like after a week of ups and downs, highs and lows. I was a mess and I know it. He was funny and we enjoyed his jokes, he made the day that much brighter. He actually told me that I was his favorite patient of the day. Thank God for kind people when things have been rough. No sooner than we got back from the imaging room to my ICU room and up pops the surgery team to get me for my final surgery. Whisked off to surgery to remove a large blood clot from my left chest and insert yet more drainage tubes to get rid of fluid pooling around my heart and lungs. I came out of that surgery with flying colors and was awake and alert very shortly after the surgery, much to the surprise of Wes (my "Big Boss") who had come to see me following the procedure. He was shocked and amazed that I was so peppy and happy right after my surgery. He kept asking me over and over again if I really had just come out of surgery… yes, of course I did, just now, I said with a large grin on my face. I think he thought I was crazy and amazing all at the same time.
He is not far from the mark with that thought…
Be good to one another, you never know when someone has been through something rough. Until my next post…
With Much Love,
Sonnie
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