On February 8th, 2013, I underwent my second back surgery. I had to travel 1.5 hours West because there are no neurosurgeons in my city of 56,000. My surgery was scheduled for 7:30 a.m. There were no delays. The next thing I knew was I was waking up in the recovery room with about eight other patients. These new blow-in hot air blanket gadgets they have now are wonderful. I was nice and warm, but that was about all that was nice. I have never experienced so much pain in all my life. I have had a vaginal home birth with no drugs and that was a 5 compared to this ordeal.
I was given pain medication that had no purpose as it did not help. I have had a similar surgery to this and this felt in no way similar!
Recovery was difficult. The meds make me feel sick. Eating a chore. BMs a nightmare. I felt like a brick was left in my back, never mind a scaple. Gradually, I healed, but the numbness in my thigh, calf and foot remain the same.
I am thankful I can do most things: walk, climb stairs, stand. My limitations are basically lifting, bending and sitting and standing too long.