Okay, so last Friday, I had surgery. A total thyroidectomy. I have family history of goiters and nodules, and my dad and his brother had thyroid cancer. A couple of relatives on the paternal side have had Graves Disease, and a couple on both sides have had Hashimoto's Thyroiditis (an autoimmune disease where your body starts treating your thyroid like a virus, killing it and causing severe hypothyroidism). And I had nodules, a goiter, and a non-functional thyroid. So, it came out.
Side note: I am mildly allergic to morphine (severe nausea, rash down chest and belly, and difficulty retaining consciousness) and codeine (hives and facial swelling). And Darvocet is off the market, thanks to the FDA deciding it's better to preserve the lives of fools that overdose than it is to alleviate the pain of those who are allergic to other pain meds.
I spent Friday night through Saturday lunch in the hospital, and came home Saturday with the drain tube still in.
(Did y'all know that the surgery recovery beds molest you in your sleep? The nurses said that it would periodically deflate and inflate, but it felt kinda like shiatsu massage. And with my lack of height, it meant the bed humped my butt every few minutes for as long as I was in it.)
I've been managing pain with ice packs, and Tylenol as best I could until I got home to my useful pain management. After that, what hurt the worst was the drain tube that was still there. I was told to empty and measure it twice a day (I did), and come in this morning to get it out.
That. Hurt. A lot. The tube was one that went under both sides of the thyroid from the middle. And pulling it out hurt like a bitch. It's better, now, after Aleve and an ice pack. But yeah.
Such was my weekend. And I still have blood in my hair until my other half gets home to help me wash it out in the shower.
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