Medic,
If you care to read a rambling tome of self-indulgent suffering I just posted my intro thread on a 3 level ACDF. I am 8 weeks out. I enjoy all the things you do and my brother is a firefighter/paramedic. I ride with him sometimes so I have a good idea what you do. Thank you so much for your service. You provide a crucial and under appreciated public good. Were it not for folks just like you I would not be alive.
First off, good2go put it right on the money. I am still struggling with putting myself first, but to a certain extent your life is about
to become ALL about
you for the next several months at least. I have had great difficulty with this and at 2 months post op I am now crying over it several times a day. I'm not a guy that is in touch with my feelings. I don't even know how to accept this help. Im trying to make peace with it somehow. My friends come over in pity and feel bad if they don't. . .which is the last thing I want for/from them. G2G speaks the word.
I am 8 weeks out. Firstly, prepare to be essentially unconscious or at least 100% non functional for 3 weeks. I had my surgery Dec 11, I don't remember Christmas or New Years. My mom, a nurse, was with me until Christmas eve and my wife gives great daily support. If you do not have anyone, you need someone you can call and you need to get meals etc prepared for you. You will be able to shower etc, but it and other hygiene activities will occupy a majority of your waking day.
I cant emphasize this enough. . .you need a hard-nosed med savvy advocate for you at all times when staying in a hospital. I've lived everywhere and I just stayed in one of North Americas premiere hospitals. . .and they got my menus wrong. It happens, you know it does and why it does. You need someone to make sure that if you are immune to dilaudid (like I found I was) that they hook you up to some morphine ricky-tick post op. You need to make sure they don't give you something you are allergic to or the flat wrong thing. I've had multiple relatives killed or stroked to near death by mistakes. . .all in "great" hospitals. Your care is the
simultaneous responsibility of many humans, pressed for time and resources. You need an advocate and that person needs to be willing to sleep in a chair at your bedside if that's all the hospital offers. And if they don't allow even that pittance. . .go the heck elsewhere, because that is not a good sign. It is not enough for this person to "just be there." They need to be in your business, asking everyone what they are administering, what and when are your next injections, when do you get food, etc. . .and they need to facilitate these things happening across shift changes etc.
Whatever sadist installed my Foley used the 50 grit variety. By the time I got to my room I found that it was extraordinarily painful to pee. In 20 minutes I got about
3 drops. The nurses alert
ed on this and brought in the ultrasound. My bladder was beyond its measurement capacity. . .heh, dad was a trucker. Anyway, my wife was holding the vessel for about
20 minutes while I scrambled to get out a very painful 500ml. . .they were in the room to cath me again when I convinced them not to. Within another thirty minutes I had produced another liter and they were off my case. Urination was exceedingly unpleasant for the next week. . .again, world class hospital put that Foley in. Obviously I was unconscious. I'm sure you've done a lot better in an ambulance racing down a bumpy road with a conscious patient.
I ride in a car and walk in the snow to doctors appointments etc in a hard collar for extra protection. I will be at least 12 weeks 24/7 in a soft collar. You get a special hardish collar to use in the shower. Shaving is a chore. My voice and throat were fine in recovery, I even ate in recovery as the kitchen was closing before I got a room. Just remember soft foods only, they screwed that up in my chart. That said, my esophagus is permanently narrowed and I must always eat with water at hand. Food catches below my epiglottis so it is a discomfort, but not life threatening as I do not technically choke. Still, it is freaky.
At 8 weeks I cannot imagine any of the activities you listed, although I enjoy(ed) them all. LISTEN TO ME HERE: do not lift ANYTHING. I have at minimum triggered significant pain by lifting a 20lb coffee grinder 2 days ago. It is tempting for us do it yourselfer rely-on-no-one types, and in my case unavoidable, but just avoid it anyway.
One thing has been a great help for my laptop. My wife found this articulating aluminum table that I can recline fully and adjust so I can see to type this. Got it off Amazon for $35 or so, well worth it if a tad flimsy. My laptop is light.
Honestly at this point I cannot imagine when I could fire say a .300 Mag of a .44 or .500 pistol. I could fire a 22 or a 9mm though. . .I'd just need to rest my neck in 15 minutes or suffer significantly. I don't think its in my best interest to do those things but I field stripped my Glock yesterday. When will you be able to deadman carry a 200lb dude? Man, from here 1 year seems optimistic. But don't let me bring you down, in my other thread I mention a guy who is doing OK. . .but the procedure did not fix his problem. I think you should prepare for this possibility mentally, I'm sure a person like you is.
In any case I wish you the very best of luck, may your surgeons hands be steady, his judgment good, your nurses great, and your recovery, attitude, and mental state strong and stable. This surgery is definitely no joke. I believe it to be substantially worse than my near death medi-flighted accident with a compound tib-fib and a lacerated liver. . .a lot less painful, but much longer recovery.
Oh yeah, always make friends with your anesthesiologist. Mine let me push my own drugs. I once had one that let me check them out individually. That was better, because I only got halfway through the propephol or whatever it was in the big syringe before it was wakeup time again.
Godspeed to you.
Post Edited (therabidweasel) : 2/10/2014 12:44:54 AM (GMT-7)