May 31, 2018
As I wake up in recovery, the first thing I say to my nurse is, “there’s something wrong with my right arm.” She calls the surgeon in to check me out but he feels, at this point, that it’s only because he had my arm dangling during my couple hour surgery. He said it would be back to normal in no time.
As I lay in my hospital bed, I’m asked what my pain was and I hesitantly said 9 or maybe even a 10. It was a 10! I had never in my life felt pain like this! But I was embarrassed to say 10! During my preop visit I was told I would be up the night following my surgery and would likely feel like going home first thing in the morning. And the truth was, I couldn’t get up on my own! I couldn’t do anything on my own. I had just turned 32 that month and literally found myself requiring help to shower and use the restroom from my husband, mother and my sister in law. A close person in my life said I just don’t understand why you can’t walk or toilet on tour own. You think I wouldn’t have done that for myself if I could have? Geez! Do you know me at all?
Ami’s Journey 