I learned a long time ago that minor surgery is when they do the operation on someone else, not you.
My shoulder surgery is Wednesday morning. This will be only the second time I’ve had surgery (other than my wisdom teeth taken out while on twilight anesthesia). The first was four and a half years ago when I had my tonsils removed.
I had some complications during that surgery… my tonsils actually burst while he was cutting them out and the surgeon accidentally severed part of at least one nerve to my tongue or something. It healed 100%, but I had a very swollen tongue for a while and lots of pain.
–side note– Let’s hope I make good decisions while on the pain meds. I’m doing to be on both long-acting oxycontin and the short-acting oxy (to control pain bursts until my next long-acting pill). I have only been on the short-acting one before. And while on THAT, I decided that letting a strange man I’d met on the Internet a few months prior into my house where I was all alone at 2 a.m. to meet for the first time was a good idea. Luckily, that poor decision led to something good. Luckily, Huzzy will be with me through the worst part of my recovery and has been given 12 days off to help me (and keep me from making ANY decisions).–end side note–
My mom told me the other day that my body may not have “normal” paths of nerves and arteries because both she and my grandma had arteries that were areas different than what they were supposed to when they had their thyroids removed. Because BOTH of them had them run oddly, chances are mine do too around there. And if mine run weird around there, they might run weird elsewhere. Who knows. I’m sure the doctor will be able to handle anything.
It’s not the risks of the surgery that really have me nervous… it’s what he’ll find/not find when he gets in there. Nothing is showing up on MRI that is out of the ordinary. But yet, I have pain every day. There are days I can barely function without some painkillers to take the edge off (they never cut it out completely).
The ortho surgeon is going in there to look and will fix anything he sees. But he doesn’t know what he’s going to be doing when he gets in there. He’s expecting to fix a tear of the labrum (like the ACL in the knee, only in the shoulder) and/or tightening the tendons in my shoulder.
But I’m scared. Scared that he won’t find anything. Scared that if he doesn’t find anything I’ll be stuck with this pain and this tingling numbness in my fingers and arm for the rest of my life. Scared that if this isn’t fixed Wednesday, that I’ll be kicked out of the Navy Reserves in the next year… there’s no way I’m “fit” enough right now to deploy. No way in heck.
The doctor is calling my case a tough one. I present with symptoms of many different things… and for each thing, I don’t present with all the symptoms that is normal to present with. At my pre-op appointment, was doing his tests on me and immediately stopped and asked if I had had a neck MRI. Which I did… he ordered it. So he went to look at it and saw that there was nothing on it. Apparently, I’m showing signs of neck issues (which we knew and I knew… I have neck pain as well) and he was a bit concerned with that but since the MRI was clear, he’s not as concerned.
I just need good thoughts and prayers right now. My sincerest hope is that the surgeon gets in there and says, “OMG!” because of what he finds and then is able to fix everything. I need him to find something… the right thing… and fix it. And fix it perfectly the first time.
(Apparently, if it is stretched tendons/ligaments, there is a decent chance they could be OVER-tightened and I’ll have to go through the surgery again to loosen them a bit).
Anyway, I’m going to try and schedule MilSpouse Friday Fill-Ins for the next week or two before my surgery. Any posting beyond that… well… I apologize in advance if I’m incoherent, sound nuts or anything like that. If you are on Twitter, I may return (I’ve taken a week and a half hiatus so far) and I apologize in advance for what may or may not be said. Apparently, I babble and take all the thoughts and “musings” from my head and write them down without thinking.