Right now I feel like Frankenstein but....I am out of the ICU and in my own computer room. *Sigh* I wish I could say it was a breeze but I had a bit of a scare. Let me explain.
When I got out of recovery and was taken to the ICU, we really thought it would just be for a while and then I would be taken to a regular room. It was not to be. I had fallen asleep, feeling great but the stitches in my neck were a bit painful. The nurse gave me a shot to help with the pain that the doctor had left instructions to give me if I complained.
When the Beast showed up, he woke me up and the nurse got this horrified look on her face. Earlier, she had made me do all those things you do to check to see if someone has had a stroke and I passed easily. But now she noticed my right eye was drooping, my face didn't look *right* and I was slurring my speech a bit. All of a sudden, all I could think of was that I had had a mini-stroke or something. The nurse must have burned leather to get on the phone with my doctor. He told her that he actually expected some kind of reaction (not a stroke) because he had a feeling he might have injured a nerve when he had to stretch this one muscle in order to get everything out of the carotid that he needed to.
He fully expected it to pass and, thankfully, it did. When the Beast left, I went back to sleep (I was still trying to get over the anesthesia). When I woke up later to call for a bedpan, my face was back to normal! I was so relieved and so was the nurse that came in to get the bedpan for me. She could hardly wait to spread the news. Unfortunately, it was too late to call the Beast and let him know. I did call him in the morning, however.
When my doctor came in the next morning, I think I was the first person he came to see. He asked me to smile and I did and I could see him visibly relax. He said he was sorry he caused me any worry but he said he really did have to pull this one muscle very hard in order to get rid of all that he needed to get rid of. I told him that when I woke up and the numbness was gone and my tongue worked right, I forgave him. He gave me a fast hug then asked if I wanted to go home in the afternoon or did I want to stay another day? Duh! He needed to ask?
So here I am, at home and don't have to see my doctor again until the 22nd of this month. But I feel good, the stitches will dissolve (I thought at first they were staples) and the only thing left to resolve is the retina in my left eye. But that can wait for a bit.
I am going to relax now for a bit. Love you all. Be good. Be happy. Take care of your health....please! ***Hugs***
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