I began to perceive light on my eyelids, my body felt heavy and still asleep, it was as if my mind woke up before my body. I knew what was happening and I focused my strength to wake up from the anesthesia. I still couldn't open my mouth or move, as my eyes opened first. I could see I was in the PACU (recovery) room, there were other people around me laying down on their respective beds. Finally I came back to my body and started to writhe, and moan.
The surgery took an hour and twenty minutes instead of the estimated forty five minutes.
I was in an utter daze, I felt weak, I was shivering cold, and in a lot of pain; an all-pervading pain that throbbed in my head, temples, and mouth.
The nurse asked if I wanted pain killers, which she would give to me through the IV tube, I pleaded yes, and she dosed me three times, within an hour-ish with dilaudid, which is in the same family of morphine. She told me she maxed me out and that my sister was worried and waiting for me.
The drug definitely blanked out my pain receptors for a dozen minutes or so every time I was dosed, or at least it seemed to last that long. I could feel the drug kick in and it gave me an extremely bliss-sleepy-floating-body high. The rush and numbness was relieving, but the pain would steadily seep back in, which is when I would start groaning again and she would re-dose me.
The nurse thought it would take me half hour or so to recuperate from the anesthesia once I had finally opened my eyes, but instead it took much longer, and I was out of the recovery room after another hour and twenty minutes.
When the nurse said it was time for me to go, another nurse appeared and helped me dress into my clothes, and they wheel chaired me out of the hospital. I was still very dazed, half-asleep, and profusely bleeding from my nose and mouth. They gave me tissues, and wheeled me out in front of the hospital where my sister had pulled up in her car.
My head was hanging to the side, and I was so out of it I didn't care how scary I must have seemed to the oncoming pedestrians making their way into the hospital. I was rolled up to the car, they opened the door, and I plopped into the passenger seat and spent the ride home groaning, bleeding, and not able at all to talk or listen to my sister speak because it was too stimulating and painful. None of this was acute pain, but like I mentioned earlier it was an all-pervading, dense, thick, throbbing pain, like a major migraine.
It was difficult to walk out of the car, and up the stairs to the apartment, my sister helped support me, of course. Once inside our home I immediately laid down on the couch. I was to sit or lay down with my back erect, leaning against big pillows, to prevent blood pressure from building up in my head.
I was still very much out of it, consciousness wise, still half asleep, and I was bleeding briskly. My sister put towels over the pillow I was leaning on so they wouldn't get stained, and covered me with blankets as I was still cold, and immediately got ice-bags for the swelling which was starting. I also felt itchy which I was told is a side affect of the anesthesia.
I was also incredibly nauseous, I would say this sensation was more disturbing than the pain. My sister played Tibetan chanting and music to help soothe and relax me. The nausea was horrible though, probably from the anesthesia, morphine, and blood that I swallowed into my stomach.
By this point I had been fasting since the night before the operation so we thought perhaps food intake would help ground me back to reality and give me some strength. I tried to have a bite of soup probably 5 or 6 hours after arriving home, I had one bite but was so nauseous I could not continue to eat.
I wailed in utter discomfort, and not knowing it was a bad move I let my head drop forward, my chin towards my chest, and I think that this let the blood rush and flood into my head. Letting my head hang this way caused so much pain that I almost blacked out.
I was crying and peaking from discomfort and nausea and so my sister brought out a small wash tub for me to purge into. I did finally free myself and vomited what looked like half a liter of blood in the tub. I had probably swallowed blood that escaped the suction tubes during the operation and more from after the operation.
After purging almost all the nausea disappeared. This was a huge relief comfort-wise. I ate nothing until 10am the day after surgery. My first meal was half a bowl of warm beet and leek soup my sister blended for me. It was delicious and I felt a bit better.
My surgeon warned me that the peak swelling days would be the 3rd and 4th after surgery. The best way to treat this is with ice, and by staying with my head elevated.
I spent the first 5 days post-SARPE primarily on the bed or couch, laying down with a propped up head, and icing my cheeks religiously. It was hard to think clearly or get any "work" done during these days. I spent these first five days resting, listening to books on tape, watching movies, and staring into space. I also took Vicodin, a painkiller, but I probably only used 5mg once or twice a day to help dilute the migraine-like pain.
I also took homeopathic arnica which reduces swelling, symphytum officinale for bone healing, and staphysagria for surgical wound healing, 3x a day for 6 days.
During surgery they stretched out my facial nerves so much that I could not, and still cannot, feel most of my cheeks, nose, and all of my upper jaw/lip/gum etc. The doctors say numbness will remain for several months, maximum up to six. They broke my jaw in three places, so its actually good that I cant feel the pain.
this is a photo 5 days after the operation, I am still poofy but this is also when I was just starting to feel more energy and clarity.
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