I think I thought I would be much more mobile than I was. For over 48 hours I was flat on my back, no pillow, hooked up to all kinds of machines. I didn't hardly move my hands. So no need for magazines, crafts, or a pillow. A dear friend sent me a bunch of little crafts to do and I was really excited to do them. But like I said, I didn't move my hands let alone sit up enough to see anything but the ceiling.
No DVDs, no TV watching. Literally, I did basically nothing. Here is a list of things I would bring to the hospital if I knew then what I know now:
- the clothes that I wear to the hospital
- photo ID
- face wipes (I had Oil of Olay daily facials, they were a must)
- toothbrush and toothpaste
- My family
And that's it. Once I was mobile enough to get the catheter out and get dressed, I was released. My mom and dad did take turns reading me from the book I was reading, but I didn't stay awake long enough to get very far. So that is my advice to anyone going in for decompression surgery, at least from my experience.
On another note, I kept a few of the staples from my incision - here's a photo of them compared to a regular staple from an office stapler. I asked my bestie Erin if it was weird to keep the staples and she said yes but do it anyway. So I did.
They are M shaped because the tool used to removed them crimped them in the middle so they could come out. There were 18 staples in all. It was a lot, but I was glad there was so many so my incision didn't have a chance to open up at all. The removal was very uncomfortable - it was like a pinch and a prick at the same time. My incision is healing fine now, but it's kind of gross. I mean, it's not infected or anything, it's just a bunch of skin and it's weird.