We have known about it for a while. The Cat has been anxiously awaiting the day. And by that I mean that with each passing moment her anxiety was building until it was bound to explode. Boy did it. All over the check out lane at Fred Meyers on the 9th. And all over me, and Grandma Fuzzy, and Grandpa Musher. Everything that was said to her that day set her off. It was meltdown central here for about 9 hours. Seriously I think Hiroshima had less damage. By bedtime that night we were all so totally DONE.
And just think, the Cat, Grandpa Musher, and I all had to be up by 6 for her surgery. Needless to say, with all the anxiety, there was not much sleep to be had. I didn't even try to fight it. I knew I was beat. I let her stay up and FaceTime her cousin, jump on her trampoline, watch movies, anything that kept her happy. Winx Club was my saving grace that night.
Come morning things were not much better. The Cat was exhausted and wanted nothing to do with leaving the house, much less anything coming out of my mouth. YAY!! We got to the surgery center at 7 for an 8 a.m. procedure.
new jammies for recovery. purple and fuzzy
after the sedative waiting to go to the OR
The staff at Alaska Surgery Center were so great with her. I explained to them my concerns about the mask for the anesthesia with the Cat's sensory issues. They gave her a mild sedative before taking her back into the OR. They waited to start the IV until after she was out.
The surgery itself was a breeze. The Cat came through it like a champion. She woke right up afterwards and was ready to go home about an hour and a half after that. We were out by 10:15, seriously that quick. It was great!
in the recovery room
We got home and that is when the real fun started. The doc had given us a script for painkillers, and told me to alternate between the script and the OTC every 3 hours. No big deal right... NO!!! I had to wake her up every 3 hours all night long. And the painkiller taste horrible, so getting her to take them has been a battle.
She was so mad at me for making her take the meds that she refused to speak to me. She started texting me. Now I know that her throat hurts, making swallowing difficult and that plays a part in not wanting to take the meds as well. But here's the thing. I have never had to fight with the Cat to get her to take meds. She has always just taken them no problem. I consider myself very lucky for that. Now I have to almost hold her down to get them into her.
I would just let it go, but without the meds she is screaming in pain and completely uncontrollable. There have been more than a couple of meltdowns from the pain, the "glob" in her throat that won't go away, the taste of the pain meds, and trying to get fluids into the poor child. My heart breaks for her it really does. But what else can I do?
Luckily today she started to feel better... It's back to school on Tuesday
And then it's a mini staycation for me!!!
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