Um, I thought I Paid to be ASLEEP!

After a crapload of doctors appointments for my daughter and me Monday, Tuesday, AND Wednesday, I had 2 wisdom teeth pulled on Thursday.  The doctor that did the surgery was awesome and so far, I really don't have any complaints.  Except for one.  I payed to be sedated during the procedure and although I was asleep for much of it, I was also awake for a bit.  Thankfully, I was numb so I didn't feel any pain but it was a bit weird.  One minute, I was saying how awesome the drugs going in the arm were because they made me feel so warm and fuzzy.  The next minute, I was awake, listening to a drill (or a jackhammer), feeling my face being pulled (but oddly no pain) and checking my vital signs.  HR:  54 BPM; BP:  101/64  Sat: 100%.  Not bad since my blood pressure is normally about 96/68 but why the hell am I awake and alert enough to give a shit about my vital signs?  Um, hello?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?  Do you see my eyes open and moving around?  Does this seem a bit odd considering I am paying like a bajillion bucks to be sure I sleep during this?  The assistant looked at the doc, he nodded his head and she pushed some more happy juice into my IV and I was back in dreamland only I didn't dream.  I opened my eyes again and looked around, checked my vitals again and she added more drugs to the IV again.  The third time I woke up, I decided not to open my eyes out of fear she was going to start to wonder if I was faking being awake just so I could have more of the good stuff!  Finally, when it was all over and they wanted me to wake up, I couldn't.  Figures.  Well, what the hell did they expect?  They gave me enough to put out a small horse!

After the surgery was over, my husband listened to the doc give the post-op instructions and he gave me the sheet saying everything he said.  It is a good thing he was there because I really only remember saying that I was freezing and that I wanted to get out of the office because they had the air conditioning on.  At least I THOUGHT my husband listened to the instructions.  Clearly, he didn't listen to them very well.  I don't remember the ride home but according to my husband, I told him to pull into the Dunkin Donuts.  When we got to the window, I yelled at the woman in the box, "Just get me the drink that I like!"  Apparently, she didn't know what that was and neither did my husband so I clarified it for her.  "The mocha thing without ice that is like a slushy!  You know, the one I like!"  Finally, they agreed that it was a Coolata and my husband apologized to her and explained that I just woke up from surgery.  I sipped the drink then went home to bed. I fell asleep immediately and woke up a few hours later in a puddle of bloody drool.  I changed my pillow case, chugged the rest of my drink THEN PROCEEDED TO READ MY POST-OP INSTRUCTIONS.

"NO DRINKING FROM A STRAW FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS."

I asked my husband if he knew that and he said, "Oh yea, the doctor told me that."  So, um, honey?  Then why did you let me suck on that drink like I was a newborn at the boob?  He said he wanted to make me feel better and I wanted the drink so he didn't think of it.  He gets an "A" for effort anyway.  I decided that since I already screwed up following that rule, I might as well smoke too.  So, there is a very good chance I will get dry socket tomorrow when the doc is not in the office.  Hopefully, I won't but if I do, it is my own damn fault.

Today, I had my appointment with my Rheumatologist.  My Lupus had been bad since the summer started.  The disease makes me very photosensitive as does the medication I am taking for the disease.  Therefore, the sun and I don't get along these days.  My doc put me on a low dose of Chemo.  He tried so hard to reassure me that the amount I am taking will not cause me to suffer the same side effects as those taking higher doses but I am still scared.  He did tell me that if I have any negative reactions, I can go off of it so that is a good thing.  I have read that damn pamphlet that comes with the drug and I am trying to stay positive that these things will not happen to me.  However, the chemo causes photosensitivity.  Fan-fucking-tastic!  I may as well buy a coffin to sleep in!!!