Wynter had sinus surgery on Wednesday. Apparently, they told us the wrong surgery time, so we were there almost 2 hours early. difficult child's anxiety was through the roof and they hit her with versed twice before surgery. When she woke up, she had a panic attack and they gave her more versed. Then more again about an hour later. That's on top of 4 doses of fentanyl and a dose of liquid lortab. Anxiety, anyone? But the surgery went well. They enlarged her very narrow sinus passages and removed a cyst from her left sinus. She's not having any pain (after I spent $75 for two days worth of liquid hydrocodone because no one in town had the generic - but I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it). Apparently, she's very reactive to adhesive, too, and her face is lobster red and really sore from the paper tape used to hold the gauze under her nose to catch drainage (no packing). Fortunately, she's not draining anymore because I'm not sure what else to use. Paper tape is what you use when people are sensitive to the other stuff - at least that's what I've been told.
She is doing really well, though, because they expected her to need the gauze strips for several days. She is having a lot of drainage - just not out of her nose. She slept a lot after we got home yesterday and some more today. No surprise. I was surprised she was awake and alert for the drive home. She had enough drugs in her to take down an elephant. Sheesh. She has to go back to the doctor in a week, and then every couple of weeks so he can suck things out. Sounds unpleasant to me. I haven't told her that part, yet. No need to get her worked up too far in advance. He did talk about it in front of her - I just don't think she remembers it because her anxiety was so high.
It ended up being an 8 hour day. By the time we left the surgery center it was 3pm and holiday traffic was in full force. It took us 2 hours to get home - it's normally a 30 minute trip. And I thought I lost the script for the liquid hydrocodone - couldn't find it anywhere. The doctor was already gone and I had to call his emergency line twice. He finally called me back as I was pulling into the garage (after I'd already dropped off the script for the antibiotics) to tell me that he can't call that medication in - state law. Just then, difficult child got out of the car and she had been sitting on it. LOL! I don't know how it fell out of my purse, but I was so glad we had it. Then no one had the generic, and insurance won't cover the brand name, and....just one thing after another after another after another. On top of less than 5 hours sleep for several days in a row. I won't even go into the very loud, obnoxious people waiting at the surgery center who I had to listen to for 3 hours. They then ended up being right next to us in the recovery area, and they were so loud that I couldn't hear difficult child and she was 3 feet from me. The nurses didn't say anything so I did. And I wasn't nice about it. I was tired and irritable and stressed and really annoyed by that point.
Jewel is doing much better. Her breathing still isn't normal, but it's not bad either. She still coughs from time to time, but that's better, too. For a couple of hours on Monday, I really thought we were going to lose her. Once she's done with the antibiotics, I want to have another chest x-ray done. She's also on very restricted activity because of the surgery and she hasn't exactly been compliant, so she could have done something that way, too. She had 45 external staples (removed on Monday), she has internal staples in her lungs, plus wire holding her rib cage together. A lot of things to go wrong...
I'm adjusting to my son being married. I do love his wife - it was just fast and difficult child has been falling apart at the seams, and I'm flaring, and my dog almost dying a couple of times, and difficult child's medication reactions and a psychiatrist who doesn't get it, and planning on moving, and, and, and..... It was just too much. I'm having a hard enough time holding myself together, as it is. Then to have to hold everyone else together, too...it's just taking a toll.
Thank you, ladies, for thinking of me. Things will calm down eventually - one way or another.