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My spine surgery journey: from preparation to recovery

Pre-op went so smoothly!!

It was also a lot less involved than I was expecting.
No more x-rays, as they'd taken all that they needed at the scoliosis clinic a month ago.
And no MRI!

The hospital staff were fantastic.
So kind, so understanding, and so mindful of respecting confidentiality.

We checked into the outpatient preassessment area, and soon after my orthopaedic nurse came and said "bellbird, I'll just take you away to do your measurements first", took my obs, and then took me to a consult room and double checked with me how I wanted to run the day.

It turned out that the anaesthetist I would see wasn't going to be my anaesthetist on DOS, and I wouldn't be seeing the surgeon either, so I decided I'd just do everything by myself, and just let Mum know that the team weren't there for her to meet like we'd expected.

The nurse explained everything to me like we had asked, and made sure that she answered any questions that I had.

She took an ECG, then the clinical photographer came in. The nurse made sure to explain that process to me as well, and let me know that that photographer has been working at the hospital since 1991, and is very well respected.

The photographer took photos of my torso, from many angles, and I was able to wear my bra for all except for when I was facing away from her, so she could get my full back.

After that, I saw the anaesthetist, who was SO nice. People always say they are are great, but damn.
Spoke about potential triggers, and we brainstormed strategies both for me and the team, to make it as easy as possible for me.

For anaesthesia, there will ALWAYS be more than one person in the team that are with me. To remove a one on one sedative administration trigger.
They will also remind me I'm safe, and talk me through everything.

I asked if I could have an IV anaesthesia, rather than a mask (SA /strappy things on my face trigger). I can, but they normally use an oxygen mask as well, but a lot of people feel claustrophobic with that, so they can work around it if needed.

I can also pretty much take my meds as normal beforehand, so I won't go into withdrawal. And if I can't swallow pills immediately after, they can give me same or similar compounds through my IV.

I can also have an anxiolytic the morning of, but we thought I'll just have that PRN, to minimise sedation feeling. I said I'll have my teddy bear with me, and my best friend who had the surgery 10 years ago with me too, to help calm me down.

On DOS, I can also do all my paperwork, pregnancy test, medication handover (they'll then dispense me them), etc. myself, first, and then they can bring my parents through.

No surgical date yet, but I should get a letter soon.


Oh and I am in good health, and don't need to make any lifestyle changes between now and then :)
 
All my tests from pre-op came back all clear, except for iron levels (too low) which wasn't exactly unexpected.

Anaesthesia rang me the next day to let me know I will need to have an iron infusion, and the hospital will contact me with an appointment.
I still hadn't heard anything and spoke to my GP this morning who suggested I try get hold of anaesthesia and ask which hospital department I can chase up. He suspected haematology but couldn't be sure.

Did some ringing around and finally got through to pre-anaesthesia clinic.
The receptionist said that I won't have heard from the hospital about my iron infusion because I don't have my surgery date yet.
Which I'm fine with, but said to her that I don't know how far in advance I'll receive my surgery date, and I will need time after my infusion for my body to utilise the iron and produce more haemoglobin.

Then she suddenly told me to call back in a week if I "haven't heard"
uhhhh "haven't heard from whom?"
"from the hospital with an appointment for your iron infusion"
"does that mean I'll be getting my surgery date within a week's time, too?"
"I can't give you that information, I'm only a receptionist"
"ok bu-- [bellbird decides it is futile to explain to the receptionist that she just told me that I won't have an iron infusion appointment time before I get my surgery date, and that she then told me to call back in a week if I haven't heard re: iron infusion, which made bellbird jump to the subsequent logical connection that a letter must be coming in less than one week]
--alright, thank you for your help, have a nice day"

hmm.
 
Oh my... that receptionist is confused and flying by the seat of her pants but... crashed lol...
I have no idea what this means but it's great :laugh:
Can you ask your doctor to call bc you cannot get a rational answer?
Yeah, I will talk to my doctor about it at my next appointment which isn't until next Thurs, but at least by then I should have (allegedly) heard from haematology/whoever, or if not, had another try at calling said flying-by-pants receptionist, and if she is still flying by her pants after a week then GP can have a go :)
 
Sorry..

So.. in early aviation, pilots when flying through cloud or at night, had two options (1) use fairly basic instruments - good idea.... or, (2) try to feel their way through by sensing from their buttocks if they were ascending or descending... - bad idea!! The latter resulting in more crashes than not..

So.. the saying developed to mean basically... 'make it up as you go along?'
I used it to describe what that confused receptionist did to you... she made it up as she went along, contradicted herself, got confused (never mind you!) and crashed the whole call...

Sorry...
 
So.. the saying developed to mean basically... 'make it up as you go along?'
I used it to describe what that confused receptionist did to you... she made it up as she went along, contradicted herself, got confused (never mind you!) and crashed the whole call...

Sorry...
No need to be sorry :)
And thanks for the explanation! Now I learnt a new thing today :)
 
Officially fit for surgery!

Finally got to have my iron infusion yesterday, after a couple of weeks of phone calls, waiting, more phone calls, rinse repeat.

But damn, of all the medical procedures I've had to have, the iron infusion has got to be one of my favourites.
Transitory care is the promised land of the hospital I swear.
I walked in, and was immediately greeted by the friendliest nurse I've ever met.
She showed me to my chair - lazy boy style, with head support and a padded bit at the end so your feet weren't dangling off with no where to go. Super snug.

We had the Ellen Show on. Magazines to read. Food (hospital food albeit, but I had a pretty excellent banana), hot drinks, water. One of those great hospital wheelie tables to put our things on.
And pretty much one nurse per person, as we had our obs taken very frequently.
After the procedure we got to hang out for half an hour to make sure we didn't have any severe reactions, and fortunately I had no side effects at all (a rarity for me).


The infusion should lower my risk of needing a blood transfusion, and improve post-op recovery in general.
Now I just need to wait to hear from the surgery booking team about my surgery date.

It feels very surreal. No more pre-procedures. No more pre-appointments.
There is nothing, aside from time, standing between me and my operation.

A straight spine.
For as long as I can remember, I have not known what that feels like.
And now I am so close to knowing that. For that I am excited beyond words.

At times, there are also nerves. Understandably, I suppose. It's not every day you have a rib removed, a lung deflated, and vertebrae drilled into.

Until then I will keep preparing as best I can.
Running. Staying hydrated. Eating healthily. Core fitness. Meditation.
When I'm halfway through my runs, and feeling the burn, I think of my future self. To that moment when I will for the first time sit up, and stand up, with my new back. I will need every ounce of strength I can get.

I picture sitting on the edge of my hospital bed, and having one of my family members take a photo of my back from the open back of my hospital gown, and imagining what it will feel like to see that photo for the first time.

I picture standing up, and feeling tall. Taking small steps and walking over to my parents who are standing a couple of metres away. A little unsteady, just like the day I took my first steps as an infant.
They're smiling at me, and cheering me on, and telling me how proud they are of me.
I picture myself feeling very weak, but so happy, and still finding the energy to cheekily tell my parents that they're shorter than me now.

I picture the day that I return to university for the first time after my surgery. Walking through the automatic doors at the entrance to my building. Knocking on the office door of my friend, of my supervisor. Having them welcome me back, and me saying that it's good to be back.

I picture the day that I feel completely recovered, but still catch myself and smile every time I see my scar.

I picture the day that my surgeon looks at my x-ray and tells me we've achieved full fusion.


It's all there. It's all so close; just further than my outstretched arms can reach.
 
At times, there are also nerves. Understandably, I suppose. It's not every day you have a rib removed, a lung deflated, and vertebrae drilled into.
I picture standing up, and feeling tall. Taking small steps and walking over to my parents who are standing a couple of metres away.

You go girl! :hug: Please let us know when you are going in.

I would be nervous too but you sound so dam good... I'm thinking of you! :)
 

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