Operation Observations

Wednesday will make two weeks since I had triple bypass surgery. Still very uncomfortable and bloated. My message to everyone: Take care of yourselves. You really want to avoid this at all costs. If you're heavy, lose weight. If you're a smoker, quit. If you're a diabetic, eat right, exercise, and be the healthiest you possibly can.

A few observations:

* Hallucinations aren't always extraordinary or pleasurable. The morphine played games with me, most of them quite mundane. I hallucinated a trip to the hospital cafeteria with a doctor I don't believe I ever met. I hallucinated conversations with hospital staff. Worst of all, I hallucinated an additional five and a half hours of torture with the breathing tube stuck in my throat, hitting against my insides, making it near-impossible to breathe.

* The most memorable hallucination was of Richard Dreyfuss. Yes, someone I have never appreciated. I put him in the same category as Robin Williams, Hugh Grant, and Julia Roberts. Yuck.

But in my hallucination, Dreyfuss was my roommate. For the first night following surgery, he was on the other side of my room, generally quiet, but occasionally coughing. In the morning, he put on his 1940s newspaper man's hat, adjusted his gown, nodded, and exited. Later I discovered that I was in a private room. Funny, if I could have my choice of celebrity, he sure wouldn't have been Richard. Johnny Depp would have topped my list. But the morphine thought otherwise.

* Yes, there is plenty of incision pain, but the worst things for me have been the bloating, constipation, water retention, swelling, nausea, and vomiting attributable to the body's response to the anesthesia and the pain killers. Though I weened myself off the pain meds early on and have only had a few Tylenol during the past few days, my body is so distended from nearly 20 pounds of excess weight. If I could only shed all this, I'd be sore but otherwise fine.

* For the first time in my entire life, my breasts aren't firm and perky. Muscles were no doubt cut that have made them less alert. Hopefully, once I build my muscles back, they will spring into action once again.

* When I first started dialysis, all the nurses recommended that I wear sweat pants in order to be more comfortable. I resisted this, holding to the aesthetic notion that sweat pants are a sure sign that one has given up. Well, since surgery I have been wearing nothing but sweat pants as my jeans don't fit.

* I am sure that I have never been so exhausted as I have been during these past two weeks. Some days, even slightly turning my head or uttering a few words was dizzying. One evening I took three hours to eat dinner, falling asleep with the sandwich in my hand. This extreme weakness was emotionally exhausting as well, carrying with it the belief that I would always be like this, that things would not improve, that I couldn't take one more second of this.

* For the most part, friends have been very supportive. Though I have not heard a peep from some, this is the exception rather than the rule. I have appreciated the emails, the gifts, the cards, the prayers, the calls (though I was often too weak to talk for long), the visits, and the homemade meals. So very much appreciated.

* I am so tired of all this, so very ready to be back in the land of the living.