My Wonderful Husband has two phobias: Medical things of any kind and loose tangled wires. So, when he walked into my Intensive Observation room after my Parkinson's DBS surgery, it was his worst nightmare. There I was, with strawberry blonde hair and tubes and wires running everywhere, all of them a giant tangled mess.
|YumaBev and all her tangled wires|
An hour after surgery, I wanted out of the bed. Moving all the medical apparatus connected to me wasn't easy, but nurse Sondra managed and I was able to sit in a chair. I felt pretty good, I was hungry, and I needed my Parkie meds, which I had brought with me. My head hurt, a little, but my lower back hurt worse and my hair was a tangled matted mess.
|Sitting up and talking on phone|
The nurse brought me some jello and crackers and I took my own Parkie meds. Then my Wonderful Husband decided to see if he could do anything with my hair. He slowly pulled the matted sections apart, then got a wash cloth and wiped as much of the red (a combination of blood and iodine) out as he could.
|Trying to wash the blood out of my hair|
I sat for awhile, then asked nurse Sondra if I could walk. She said yes, and found a way to put all the medical stuff on two different poles so I could walk up and down the hall. Now I know how a dog feels on a leash.
|YumaBev still smiling|
They brought me a very practical dinner for someone with Parkinson's who has just had two holes drilled in her head. Spicy pulled pork, baked beans and mixed veggies. I ate most of it with my fingers and still dropped about half.
Nurse David came on duty at 7 pm and my Wonderful Husband went back to the hotel about 8 pm. If I could stay up until 11 pm, they would be able to remove one of the things connected to me, so I stayed up. David moved some things from one arm to the other, so I only had two things connected to my left arm and I tried to go to sleep. They had the bed elevated and I couldn't turn on my side, so I didn't get much sleep. I was wide awake a 4 am and talked David into letting me get back in the chair.
Nurse Thuy, my Wonderful Husband and breakfast all showed up around 7 am. The only thing I ate was peach yogurt, the rest was stuff I don't like even when I feel great. Dr. Norton came by around 8 am and said I was doing good and he'd be back later to see if I was well enough to go home. I laid down, got up, walked up and down the halls. I was ready to go home.
Nurse Thuy said that Dr. Norton wanted to see if I could keep lunch down (Vomiting is not good after brain surgery) and would be back after lunch. Lunch came around 11 am; spinach lasagna. I ate most of it; even though it looked and tasted awful. Stephanie (Dr. Norton's surgical assistant) came by an hour later and said I could go home, so I got dressed and we headed back to Yuma, 220 miles away.
|Close up of top of my head|
I kept dozing off on the way home, which is not a good thing, since I get sick if I close my eyes while riding in a car. By the time we got home, I was tired and feeling sick to my stomach. I ended up throwing up all the spinach lasagna. Then I got a shower and washed all the red out of my hair and went to bed around 8 pm. I woke up the next morning with a swollen right eye (to be expected) and no more nausea.
|YumaBev with swollen eye, but still smiling|
Sometimes you get what is called a honeymoon effect just from the trauma of the surgery and I did. I had almost no Parkinson's symptoms on Saturday or Sunday, and they are just starting to return today, six days later. Here is a little video clip of me just 48 hours after the surgery.