The Mediport Installation +
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Yesterday, my daughter took me to our local hospital for my Mediport installation. She had decided she better go to work during the procedure, so we ended up leaving Mercy at home with a pillow on the floor, her food and water and a potty pad.
In the process of preparing me, they had to place an IV. My veins decided to demonstrate why I needed the Mediport and "blew out" 3 times before a fourth try succeeded. Unfortunately I am used to that, but am very glad that with the Mediport, it shouldn't occur again!
As usual the anesthesiologist was concerned that I had drunk some water. I told him that it has been over 30 years that I tend to cough at night without water, and so I take little sips. I have been fortunate in that for multiple operations I have never vomited and aspirated anything into my lungs. God has guarded me!
They gave me the "I don't care medicine" and I drifted off. Next thing I knew I woke up after the operation. My shoulder was feeling pretty painful and the ice pack they put on it just made it seem to hurt more. They checked to see if I was able to swallow water and eat a little bit (saltines and some sugarless cocoa), and then had me take some pain meds by mouth.
After a while, my daughter appeared and first took me by the pharmacy to get my prescription. Then we drove through the drive-through ordering for Burger King and I got a salad with grilled chicken. I used only a tiny amount of the salad dressing. We ate outside in her car, and then went to get the prescription, and then home.
Mercy was very glad to see me. (It's nice to know that you have been missed!) We settled down for a nap before my choreworker was to arrive, since my daughter had to get back to work. After a while my choreworker arrived and did many useful things while talking to me about her "fiance" who is behaving more and more rudely during her present pregnancy (2nd child for them). I laid down again and listened sympathetically. After a while she had to leave, so then I microwaved my dinner. I was noticing that the pain meds didn't seem to have much effect on the pain, but actually it seemed to be receding some independently of the schedule of the pain meds. I think it was because the swelling was diminishing. However, something else annoying was happening. Itch, itch, itch on my face and then in various places. I cut down on the pain med quantity and schedule in case they were responsible. All night, itch, itch, itch! In the morning I read the prescription info and, sure enough, that was one of the adverse reactions. Plus I seemed to have to concentrate on my breathing and that was another adverse reaction. I made the decision to quit the pain med since it really didn't seem to have that much effect on the pain. My pain today has been very manageable. I notified the doctor and the hospital about quitting. The itching has slowly been diminishing, so I think I will get better sleep tonight!
Last night before going to bed, I read an email from my oldest son. Much to my surprise he has a puppy. He says that he is understanding better the challenges I had when he was little and also about the sorrow that God has when he has to say "No" to us. Evidently the puppy and his sister were abandoned in the area where my son and his fellow graduate students have their biology experiments with frogs. One of the other graduate students is familiar with puppy fostering and kept the puppies a few days. However, my son Jason had made the "mistake" of naming the little guy Caspian, so now he is a puppy owner.