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So I've been home for two days now. The surgery and hospital stay seams like eons ago. Of course as everyone says I don't remember having surgery. I got to the hospital ontime for 830. I went into pre-op and changed my clothes. My sister came in to get my stuff and was going to meet me in holding. I was wheeled over to holding where I got my IV and asked 20 billion questions. After my initial IV my anestigiologist put in a central line. I totally didn't know that was the plan and didn't realize at first it was going into my external jugular vein. In any case I didn't feel anything. In the meantime I had two different ppl come check on me who weren't involved in my surgery. My mom is a nurse and knows some ppl who work in the surgery floor where I was having surgery. They wanted to make sure I was ok and well taken care of. One of the girls Ive know for years ended up being one of the OR nurses. She was the one who's voice I first heard when I woke up.

The world continued to be be small as my recovery nurse used to work with my mom at her hospital. And my sister treated the lady's daughter for speech therapy. One of the first things I asked when I woke up was what time is it...lol. My surgery was a total of 4 hours even tho the initial estimate was for 6. It turns out that the lymph nodes on my cancer side were negative so they didn't take any out! So that's a big thing. Chances that my cancer has spread is pretty slim. This also helps when it comes to recovery. When I was in recovery I was on two different types of narcotics and some antibiotics. But then I started itching. Turns out I was allergic to the narcotics. It took another 2 hours before I got to my room due to a shift change and different pain meds, since I was allergic to the other meds. Over the next two days in the hospital it turns out I'm allergic to all the narcotic pain meds. I end up itching and morphine gave me hives.So I would literally start some meds then with the first couple hours I would start itching.

Overall my stay in the hospital wasn't bad. My sister stayed with me both nights. Every day I would get a little stronger and more independent. There is no such thing as modesty when your unable to move your arms more than a couple inches. My sister was such a trooper and would do everything from scratch my nose to wipe my butt. My mother now knows about my tattoos and adds her two cents whenever she's giving me a bath. It's quite comical because i just glaze over it like she isn't saying anything.