Skip to main content

the surgery

the latest update on this hendrickson family happens to be full of excitement.. 


i was given the opportunity of having another shoulder surgery done. awesome. i shouldn't be sarcastic about it. i am very thankful for it. dont worry, i truly am. 


the story (my side):


mother and i walk in the hospital at four-thirty in the a.m. they do some tests and then they put a tag on me.  they asked us to have a seat and read a paper about what the anesthesiologist does. why would they make you read that?! i was already on the verge off crying and then they tell you to read about what happens when they stick the needle in your spine. 


so the nurse calls for me, she put the IV in and i am ready! she moves me to another blank white room and says "this is the block room". (the room where they stick the needle in my spine). so the anesthesiologist comes to me and says that he is going to give me a drug that "will make me dumb" are the words of choice. ummm, no thank you? or wait..okay, why the heck not?! so i ask if he has done it and thats about all i remember.  


the story from then on (mothers side):


as the anesthesiologist was coming at me with the needle, i apparently, kept moving away from him. he tried several times but i kept trying to get away. after a while he finally got me. 


i woke up super dizzy and not knowing where anything/anybody was. there was a very awesome nurse that kept putting chap stick on my lips but other than that, i thought my mother had abandoned me. 


after a while she came in, they helped me up to walk around a little and gave me the hard drug for the pain. then doctor kimball came in and explained to me what he did. he said the previous doctor had put in "anchors" to hold my shoulder in place and they had broken! so he removed them. but i still have what called the "snapping scapula" which is impossible to fix. its basically my scapula grinding on my ribs.but other than that i felt great. within minutes we were on our way to my dads office. we then grabbed lunch. 


this was by far the best experience i have had with a surgery. this doctor knew what he was doing. im not saying the one before didnt.. but doctor kimball is my favorite. still super sore but im using it as if it werent. :) 












Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Charlotte May Hendrickson June 5, 2015

I'm going to start by saying I'm on heavy doses of Lortab and Tylenol. I'm seriously having a hard time making complete sentences but I want this to be out so you know what happened. From the beginning of this journey, Chris and I have felt like this has been such a "team" trial. We've had so much support and so many prayers offered on our behalf and that it's such a devastation to everyone that this happened. You are my team and I want you to be in on everything.

I honestly can't believe I'm sitting down at the computer and starting to write this out, again. Trying to explain what just happened, again. Trying to find the words to describe accurately how I feel. So here's my best.

Thursday, June 4, 2015
I had felt her move very gently only three times on Wednesday so when I woke up on Thursday I went straight for the sugary cereal in hopes that would wake Charlotte up and get her moving. I ate and waited. I grabbed a cold water, drank half and …

Two, Four + Six years

Today is kinda a big day. Everything is hitting today. Our sweet Conor would have been two years old a week ago, Owen turned four and in a couple weeks Chris and I have been married for six years. That's a lot of anniversaries. Some great to remember and celebrate and some not. Everybody has those.

Our little buddy Conor would be TWO! See that muffin top down there? That's Conor not Cafe Rio, well maybe a little of both. Conor leaves some strange memories. Although we lost him, his soul, his body, I don't miss him. It that terrible or what?

After his early surprise delivery I was shocked, there's no doubt about that, but I almost immediately felt like he was a big, grown, man taking care of me. Owen didn't realize what was happening, well none of us did. He didn't ask about him everyday, he was just too young to understand. It just didn't seem like the end of the world. Everyone can handle a certain amount of pain and heartbreak right? Compared to Charlotte…

1 Year

It's officially been an entire year since I last held my chunky baby. Some days are doable and some are as if we lost her yesterday. The mysterious thing about grief is comes in waves. Sometimes just small tidal waves brushing the shore full of heartache and sometimes 40 foot waves of rage, anger and depression. You never know which is coming and when. Sometimes it comes from a small argument with a sister and quickly spirals into grief.. arguments are rarely ever about what it started as. I had a break down the other day, I can't even remember what sparked it but it was harsh. It was brutal. I've come to realize that I will grieve as long as I live. That as long as I miss her and as long as I love her I will grieve.






We want her so badly and my mind can't seem to stop from thinking that. I know I can't have her here, but that's all I think about. When I look at my friends babies, at dinner, at the movies, I want her there with us. She would be the same age as t…