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kickahaWell, looks like I really am going to have to have the followup slice and dice to get my arm back to something like 'normal'.
I can't throw a ball.
I can't shoot a basketball.
I can't do simple yoga poses.
So, June 22 I go back under. The surgeon I have no problems with - he and I have talked enough that I feel like he has a good handle on what the situation is with the joint, and how best to attack it.
It's the anesthesiologist I have a problem with... or at least anxiety over. My body reacts oddly to anesthesia, and last year my time with him composed of "Here, sign this, this, and this, thanks." There was an emergency in the OR that morning that screwed up everyone's schedules, and I was delayed 5 hours, but *still*.
I never got to tell him that my mother nearly died under normal general anesthesia, or that it took more than twice the normal doses of Valium, nitrous oxide *and* sodium pentathol to knock me out for my wisdom teeth. But that {Novo, Lido, Xylo}-caine class drugs work *WAY* more effectively on me than normal.
So it took nearly a week to get full feeling back in my fingers after the nerve block... and I'm still not convinced it's fully back, a year later. And I'm supposed to have a second round of that. Oy.
Right now I have three different clinics all making sure that my pre-op records show every detail we can find of what I was given, who gave it, the fact that I *WILL NOT* be wheeled into that room without talking with the anesthesiologist at great length, to my satisfaction, etc.
We'll see.
I can't throw a ball.
I can't shoot a basketball.
I can't do simple yoga poses.
So, June 22 I go back under. The surgeon I have no problems with - he and I have talked enough that I feel like he has a good handle on what the situation is with the joint, and how best to attack it.
It's the anesthesiologist I have a problem with... or at least anxiety over. My body reacts oddly to anesthesia, and last year my time with him composed of "Here, sign this, this, and this, thanks." There was an emergency in the OR that morning that screwed up everyone's schedules, and I was delayed 5 hours, but *still*.
I never got to tell him that my mother nearly died under normal general anesthesia, or that it took more than twice the normal doses of Valium, nitrous oxide *and* sodium pentathol to knock me out for my wisdom teeth. But that {Novo, Lido, Xylo}-caine class drugs work *WAY* more effectively on me than normal.
So it took nearly a week to get full feeling back in my fingers after the nerve block... and I'm still not convinced it's fully back, a year later. And I'm supposed to have a second round of that. Oy.
Right now I have three different clinics all making sure that my pre-op records show every detail we can find of what I was given, who gave it, the fact that I *WILL NOT* be wheeled into that room without talking with the anesthesiologist at great length, to my satisfaction, etc.
We'll see.