I have tried twice to post from my iPhone and don't know where in cyberspace they are, so I will try again, although quite sleepy now.
Procedure was done in NYC, St. Luke's Roosevelt. The August episode had been waning but abruptly returned, leaving Pittsburgh out of the equation. Dr. Goodman was first consulted in 2009, a NY Best Doctor rated in 2009 and again 2011, certain he could fix me. He was the first one to make me feel any glimmer of hope. He is now Chair Neurosurgeon at St. Luke's and was from Columbia Presbyterian up until 2 years ago. His team is top notch as well. Traveling from Long Island to NYC, was a bit of a tax on the family, but we were blessed with hotel accommodations and festive distractions for our two teenage kids. Couldn't have been a more perfect plan.
Waking up from the anesthesia was better than expected. But day one was truly the pit of hell. I read from Vicdoc's post that he had trouble with his throat, and assumed that was his trigger point. I am know thinking differently. Surprisingly my greatest concern the first day, was my throat closing in. Breathing, swallowing, speaking all required supreme effort. It is like the muscles forgot what to do. I began to hyperventilate. In a panic I pressed the call button and had a team of specialists suctioning and setting up a nebulizer in response to my wheazing lungs. I have never had asthma and do not smoke. It was terrifying. But I guess the good news is, I was not complaining about double vision or muffled hearing. The doctors were pleased and reassured me, the throat will take time, but recover.
Day 2, in the am, I did not want anyone to see me or even speak with me. When the surgeon came in, I couldn't stomach what he had to say. Retching was a problem, but nothing was coming up. Just wanted rest. He has a terrific bedside manner and took no offense. He did manage to say that the vessel was extremely elongated, more that what he usually sees, so he had some tucking to do. Still, each hour got better.
Later Day 2, I started to feel a pinch at the usual point right back of the tongue. Dr. said that could be from years of damage to the nerve and might go away in time, and could be controlled with meds.
By day 3 I had a bit of a stabbing from underneath as well and was once again terrified. Dr. reassured the procedure went well. The symptoms were not electrical and not nerve stimulated, so this shall be overcome. Exactly what I needed to hear to put my fears to rest.
I was fortunate enough to recover in ICU for two days, when they put me in Step Down status, there were not available beds, so I remained in ICU, under the very best of care. Once I got on a regular floor, it was clear it was time to go home, where my care would be best.
I have been setting my iPhone alarm to wake me for meds, so convenient and efficient. A bit annoying waking up throughout the night to take them though, but they work! No shower yet and I don't really care. Very tired and weak for now.
I don't think I can wash my hair until the stitches are out, another week. Will know more Monday.
In terms of the breathing, or whatever obstacle hits you the hardest, have some point of strength to pull from. When I was in the pit of hell struggling for a breathe, my strength was drawn from The Lord. The music ministry at my church, City on a Hill, Middle Island, NY, sings a worship song by Hillsong, "I Surrender":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cE2qaCUiJ8
There is a verse in this song where Jesus in invited to "breathe within". As long as I could focus on that narrow path I was able to relax and breathe. As soon as I was on the wide and easy road, I was gasping for air.
Another song that ministered to me, on the ride home, was by King and Country, "Let my life be proof of your Love."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pr9YVD05x8M
I was not a Christian when this disease started seven years ago. I thought I would never have this procedure. I thank the Lord, my friends, and family for standing with me on the wall for my recovery and pray the same for each of you.
All in all, day one, I was so sorry I did the procedure. By mid day two, so grateful. Prepare for the worst, but don't own it.
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