I had surgery on September 16, 2010. The anesthesia wore off. I opened my eyes and instantly felt pain that no human or living creature should ever have to feel. There was no pain medication in my body. I felt like I was being butchered for lack of a better word. I immediately became hysterical. A women at my left and my husband on my right both trying to restrain me and forcing me to drink some pain medication from a little cup. Really? I did not know, nor have I ever experienced such trauma with all 9 surgeries I have had in the past ten years. Where was the pump with pain medication? My gentle husband was able to get all the liquid medication down my throat. I went into shock and became a zombie. Leonard brought me home. So this is how a major medical surgery is done as an out patient. What has happened to health care?
Within 24 hours the incisions starting splitting apart. Went to the doctors office three time in five days to be re taped. Of course there were many layers of stitches. These stitches were suppose to dissolve in time. My body became allergic to the stitches and starting working there way out of my body. Stitches were made of hard plastic and had ridges. Very painful to say the least. On the third doctor visit Dr. Swail said, "looks like your getting on infection". "To be expected". I said, looks like you are going to write a prescription of antibiotics. I could not believe he did not give me antibiotics five days previous when the incision started opening. Most doctors know that an infection is most likely to occur when an incision starts opening.
A week after surgery I ended up in the hospital with a infection on both legs. Massive antibiotics were given to me via IV. People don't usually die from surgery, but die from infection. Did I worry? Never. I wasn't going anywhere. I spent 4 days in the hospital. I left with enough vicadan to develop an addiction for life. I had no alternative but to take massive doses of vicaden.
I have developed neuralgia in both legs. I am having acupuncture to cure that. It is working well. I am still in recovery. I have not gone back to see Dr. Swail. I will deal with him later. The surgery was a total failure. I will be getting my $8000 back and he will be surprise when I post the before and after pictures on U-Tube and Facebook. I hope he is proud of his work as a plastic surgeon. Dr Swail came highly recommended. After all he is in Boulder, Colorado. This surgery was done in preparation for the redo of my left knee replacement. I will be having that surgery on Dec. 13th. I am humiliated and disgusted that the knee is worse then it was before.
I had three gut feelings at different times that I should not allow Dr. Swail to do surgery on me. That gut feeling was the Holy Spirit speaking to me. I know the voice of God. I know when the Holy Spirit is speaking to me and yet I ignored his nudging. I had my own agenda.
I have learned through this experience that obedience to that gut feeling that doesn't go away is not to be ignored. To ignored is to suffer the consequences. And that I did. I am a survivor and a fighter.
God will never leave me nor forsake me. I do forsake myself. This is all part of being human. What in the world would I do without God in my life. I don't even want to think about that.
I am back at the gym and preparing for my knee replacement.
I live one day at a time. Some days are very challenging and some are delightful. I choose life, happiness and peace. What I choose and what I get are not always what I want, but I pick myself up and face what awaits me. I will not be defeated.
