Just got home from the hospital. Had the port put in. It took a lot longer than I expected. When I had asked, they told me the procedure takes less than 90 minutes and that’s true but what they didn’t include in that figure is the time it takes to register (twice), time for medical history, wait time, and recovery time. All in all, it took 3.75 hours from the time Chris dropped us off (Mom stayed with me) until the time he picked us up.
First we had to sign in at admissions where they copied my insurance card (that info should just be tattooed across my forehead by now), my driver’s license and the prescription for the procedure. Then we waited for an administrator to call us into registration where she copied my insurance card, driver’s license and prescription and had me sign my life away (seriously – you basically have no rights if you want them to work on you it seems). Then she sent us off to Radiology, where we waited to register again, where they took my prescription and had me fill out a form about my medication and allergies (I can’t remember if they copied my insurance and driver’s license again), and we waited for about five minutes.
Finally, at about 11:25 (we had arrived at 10:45 for an 11:00 appointment), the person who registered me with radiology walked me into the back, basically into a room with four or five beds and a desk (aka nurse’s station). Mom didn’t come with me. I had to change into a gown (tied in back), and sat there while one of the nurses (very sweet, very talkative, which was good and distracting) took my medical history down (you’d think they’d have this all from three weeks ago when I had the lumpectomy). No heated blankets here though, and I got cold. She was good though, making sure everyone knew that everything (IVs, blood pressure, even the port), had to be done on my left side (when you have lymph nodes removed on a side, you shouldn’t have anything done on that arm again – well, at least for a good long while).
A resident came in and went over the procedure with me and had me sign more forms. Finally, after Noon (I think it was like 12:15), the nurse wheeled me into the OR (I went from my bed, to the OR table – no walking this time). She started to prep me, while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive (normally she wouldn’t do this but they were running late and she didn’t want to keep me waiting – I said, very sweet). Once they arrived, Donna took over and Brian (I think – he had a Giants scrub hat on), and things moved quickly. They asked me what type of music I would like (anything but country – so we listened to the Blues Brothers soundtrack), doped me up with a sedative, the doctor arrived, draped me, and the procedure went off. There was a lot of poking and pinching but really, the worst part was when they ripped the drapes off and the tape at the end. Donna stayed by my side pretty much throughout, so whenever I opened my eyes, we chatted.
By about 1:45 or so, they wheeled me back into recovery, and let my Mom come in (normally they wouldn’t do that but no one was there but me) – recovery was really the staging room in which I started. Donna monitored me for a little while, then warmed my lunch (mac and cheese with some steamed veggies), then she headed off to another procedure.
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The other nurse returned, helped me dress and by 2:20, I was allowed to walk out of there to wait for Chris at the entrance (normally they’d want to wheel chair me, but I told them I could walk, so they let me go).
Now a couple of things to note, I’ve got this derma-plast stuff (think super glue for skin), so no shower for 24 hours. Plus nothing rubbing against it for a few weeks (no bra, seat belt, I have to wear some sort of pad over it to protect it from those things). The port is under the skin – it’s not like a little knob above or anything, and from it, there’s some sort of tube that runs to a vein/artery (I get them confused) in my neck. So my neck is a bit stiff as the pain meds run out. They didn’t give me anything for it – told me to just take Tylenol. I’m waiting for it to kick in. This will save the veins in my arms though as I won’t need to take any meds or give any blood through there – a good thing since they’re already bruised and shot. No walking on the treadmill for at least a week, but I can do the stationary bike. Basically, now I have two useless arms. Oh well, such is life.
Now, if anyone is curious, I’ve put a picture on the next page of the scar. That big brown mark isn’t part of it. It’s a birthmark I’ve had forever. I tried to get them to remove it while they were working there but no such luck.


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