The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions. Once again I am stuck in either a hospital bed or now in my own bed. I ran into the same problem I had with the first surgery. Dr. Lettieri warned me this surgery would be tedious. Besides the complications of waking me up from the first surgery the right side of my face has swollen up and began to drain not long after I came home from the first visit to the hospital.
Dr. Lettieri was out of the country, I called his office and was able to see another surgeon at Mayo Clinic. Unfortunately the inflammation needed to be drained. A fistula had formed. Dr. Lettieri explained to Eric after surgery he was afraid this may happen. While he was in surgery the paraded gland (saliva gland) was in the way of the nerve he needed to connect with. Dr. Lettieri could not get to the nerve he needed without disturbing the paraded gland. In the long run this slight unfortunate problem was unavoidable.
When Dr. Lettieri arrived home I saw him right away, and he arranged surgery immediately. I am now at home, recovering with a drain hanging from my head. I was able to see Dr. Lettieri in his office on Monday he took the head wrap off, left the drain in gave me an anti-biotic and now we wait.
How am I feeling? I am not on pain pills, you know how I hate those. With that being said, I also hate not sleeping. It’s always a fight with me to take the medicine and sleep or live with the pain and use another source for sleeping. I guess that was clear as mud…..ha ha. My honest feeling is some pain, but grateful for a surgeon who knows what he is doing and is attentive to my health needs. Once again I have been lead to a surgeon who I love. In fact when his office called on Monday to get me in I advised Sharon his assistant “I will not be seeing any surgeon but Dr. Lettieri, I will wait if I have to.” I didn’t she and he got me right in. I want to hug him every time I see him, he is a breath of fresh air–but not necessarily a hugger.
So for now I lay in bed, work my Nerium business when I can, nurse my wounds and again thank the Lord for seeing me through a rough surgery.