It seems my tramflap surgery of 6 yrs. ago definitely needs a bigtime repair. In desperation on Thursday at 2 in the afternoon, DH drove me to the emergency room. The pain was awful, awful, awful; I couldn't even stand up straight.
Once I got settled in there before they did any tests they gave me a morphine/phenergan cocktail. Yikes, did that have an effect. I have vague memories of blood tests, x-rays and rolling into the CT machine, but mostly my eyes wouldn't focus and it seemed like everyone was speaking very loudly.
I was there until midnight; poor DH was there too. When I went home they gave me a scrip for hydrocodone. I don't know how anyone functions on that stuff. One pill yesterday and I was unconscious for the whole day. BUT and this is impt. it does take away the pain. But it's not in my plans to sleep through Thanksgiving week, so I'm going to try to do this with Advil and 1/2 of a hydrocodone if the advil doesn't work.
My appt. with the plastic surgeon is moved to Dec. 2. I guess this doesn't qualify as an emergency. In the meantime, congratulate me, my friends. Before we moved from NY in 2004 I actually collected from the hospitals all of the surgical/physician notes on every single surgery I've had since DX. Yesterday in the morning BEFORE I took the hydrcodone, I got out the ones for the original tramflap and the one following it for the nipple reconstruction (that's the one where my heart damage first showed up). I stapled the NY PS's card to the folder, so this new one will have a place to start.
I'm a little disgusted but pretty thankful once again that there is something to be done for this new wrinkle. Ah, BC, the gift that keeps on giving!!!
More later, Luci