Sunday - June 01, 2008

anesthesia hangover

The short of it for checkers-not-readers:  I'm FINE, surgery done, healing well!

Now, the rest of the story... I'm guessing it's because of my propensity for inner ear problems that I still feel this way, three days after surgery. It's not the drugs - I stopped taking those whoppers over 24 hours ago.  It's about the vertigo, not the pain. 

When I'm standing up, I feel like I just stepped off a boat - kinda off balance.  My head is foggy and it's difficult to focus, like when you're taking off in an airplane and the pressure in the cabin is changing.  Just lean back and close your eyes and it'll be over in a minute or two.  Or not.

It's nothing terrible, just annoyingly debilitating.

The happy news is that the surgery went swimmingly according to Doc.  I expect to get an all-clear phone call from her later this week.  Then on to radiology... but that's another chapter.

Meanwhile, I'm also happy to report that the pain of having "another little slice" removed is nothing like having them dig out two lumps and then tunnel their way into my armpit, mining for lymph nodes. Just one sharp dagger giving an occasional twist- a little breath-sucking reality check and then it's gone.  I have great expectations for a very rapid recovery.

However, I'm taking my time recovering!  Last time around I jumped into too much too fast.  But I have NO plans to do that, and, apparently my inner ear thing has appeared as an accomplice in keeping me settled for now.

Plenty of time to finish a book or two, mix a new CD and re-choreograph a few aqua classes, enter my grades on the computer, do the school newsletter, edit the prom1/communion/graduation/prom2 pictures, and keep the seedlings in the new vegetable garden watered.  All nice, sedentary activities!

Whew.  End of Report.

Who was it that said "Don't get old, cuz it really sucks!"  Well, I disagreed then and I still disagree, as old and pathetic as this blog entry sounds.

So what if I'm getting old, dizzier than ever, and have a somewhat mutilated boob.  I know I'll bounce back and not only will I always find the silver lining in the cloud, but I will always find my way through to the sun on the other side.