long story

So it's been a little over a week since my last post, and it is completely safe to say what I went into surgery for Nipple Sparing Mastectomy, with reconstuction went perfect! my "foobs" look a little strange with the scar and all but I love the fact that I can get up everyday and not think about that awful 84% of getting cancer! Guess I will go on about the day of surgery, preop, operating room, PACU, ICU, and the medical floor... Yes I did all of that. I was also in the hospital from Wednesday-Sunday night. Crazy adventure, but here it is. Got to preop, nurse had a hard time finding a vein for an IV I apparently have "baby viens" the entire 3 hours in preop I sat around txtn mt few close friends, family, and co workers. My mom and younger brothers sat in the room with me. Both my plastic surgeon and general came by to see me and go over last minute talks. I was not nervous at all just ready for it to be done. :) Anesthesia came in and of course me being a nurse I asked him step by step what his plan for putting/keeping me asleep was going to be. Right before it was time to go he came in to give me Fentynl and after that point I don't even remember being wheeled out of that room. From what I was told my general surgeon who did the mastectomy took about 2 hours, when his part was done my plastic surgeon came in and took about 3 hours, Everything was GREAT! this next portion is where my life went down the toilet bowl, as some ICU nurses refer to patients going down hill. lol not funny but I gotta find humor in all of this some how some way! So I was extubated (breathing tube taken out) then wheeled to post op (PACU) I am unsure if I was not hooked up to a monitor or if someone wasn't paying attention or what, but I do know that when someone finally noticed my oxygen saturation was in the 60% and after that it was unreadable... normally in healthy people it should be 90-100%. After the 60% it was no longer readable, sooooo I guess we can say Kionte was indeed NOT breathing!!! They put a quick oral airway in me, and proceeded to bag me... or do CPR whatever you wanna refer to it as. My blood pressure was probably nothing/nothing so they filled me with tons of fluid. Then I came back... my mom asked if I saw the light but I didnt, or I dont remember seeing it. Flooding me with fluids was the best thing they could have done but I went into negative pressure pulmonary edema, all the fluid I had gotten went into my lungs, which again caused me to not be able to breathe! WONDERFUL progress right? ;) sooo after putting my cathether back in whihc I was not happy about they began giving me a diuretic called lasix to pull all of the excess fluid out. I got admitted into ICU and went to the medical floor on friday. My first nurse was terrible but who cares. By saturday I was being discharged by both my plastic, general, and hospitalist, until my nurse decided to check my pupils.... the were completely unequal, and no one knows how long they had been that way because for 4 days noone thought it was important to look at them. I had to have a neurologist consult at this point, he wanted CT angio to look at my blood vessels in my neck and head, and an MRI, well I can't have an MRI because of the metal in my expanders which no1 thought was a good idea to call him on saturday and let him know so I sat in my bed for another day. Got discharged on Sunday evening around 6pm. :) best feeling in the world! I had a pretty tramatic surgery experience but I am BLESSED BEYOND MEASURE! I AM ALIVE I am for the most part healthy, my risk for breast cancer is amazingly decreased, and I am happy with my choice.