Everything went smoothly and before we knew it, it was 11:45 am and Brian would be heading in for a 2 hour surgery on his nose to correct his deviated septum.
It was easier this time, knowing I would take Brian home right after the surgery. Brian was able to pick out a Beanie Baby Raccoon to take into the surgery. Grandpa found a Beanie Baby puppy that looks like his new dog Fee Fi Foe Fum (Fee-Fee). Grandpa read his book American the Beautiful (written by Dr. Benjamin Carson).
They called us back for the consult at 1:48 pm. The surgeon arrived at about 2:20 pm. She said she had to remove some of his anodes on the right side, but she was surprised to see that a bone spur and cartilage had grown together on Brian's left side - completely blocking that nasal passage way. She straightened his nose and was pleased with the results.
We actually got to see Brian right around 2:30 pm. He had not even opened his eyes yet. This part was difficult - as I could see anxiety in Brian's eyes. He was unable to speak initially, then managed to ask for Gatorade. The nurse did not have Gatorade but brought him some apple juice. He took a sip with help from the nurse, a little blood washed back into the glass. The next words from Brian's mouth was "Pain Meds". I asked Brian what his pain number was (this was a technic we used for the jaw surgery) and my heart broke when he held out 8 fingers. He was hurting.
The nurse gave him a shot of Demerol. I figured he would go back to sleep for awhile, so I let Grandpa come in and I stepped out to the parking lot to send updates and call my Mom. I wasn't out there long before my Dad called to say they were getting ready to release Brian at 3:30 pm.
The drive home was a little scary. I could tell Brian was hurting and feeling nauseous. He was very quiet the entire ride. I tried to talk to him as if he was there and 100% - but there was no response.
We made it home at 4:30 and he slept. Grandpa stayed with us and Doug ordered pizza around 5:30 pm. Brian leapt out of bed when the pizza came - turned out he knew the guy delivering the pizza, Mike. Before I realized Brian knew him - I thought Brian had lost his mind - LOL.
The night was good - I was glad to have him home. His pain was manageable and we slept on the sofa sleeper. Let me add that Brian's pain level was down to a 2 by the time we got home from the surgery. The days that followed were not painful - more uncomfortable because of the pack - but very little actual pain.
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