Ouch!

I had my port placement yesterday morning. They say it will help tremendously with the chemo. They won't be going through the veins in my arm now, which is a plus. They will now go through a little device in my chest. I guess this is a good thing since the vein in my arm has about had enough poking and prodding.
I was awake through the whole procedure. I told the nurses and doctor that I was fine if they wanted to put me completely out. I was not keen on the idea of being awake at all. They told me they would give me extra "good" stuff and I should fall right to sleep.
Before we got started they went through the normal questions. They asked me if I had a history of this and that and everything. Then the question of my last menstrual cycle came up. That has been the last thing on my mind for the past however long, so I did not know the answer to that question. It's either here or it's not and I'm not keeping track. All of a sudden everything went crazy. People were running around ordering pregnancy tests and trying to figure out what to do because their patient could be pregnant.
Mike and I then went into panic mode trying to remember. I finally got the dates figured out, so I sent him out of my little curtain enclosed room to find the nurse to tell him the good news. They decided to put lead down around my abdomen just in case anyway. They were going to be doing some x-rays and didn't want to take any chances. That's fine, but if I were pregnant, I'm sure the baby would have so many other issues going on right now.
So anyway, I got rolled to the operating room and they got started by introducing me to everyone that will be helping out. They were all very funny guys and kept joking with each other. That helped keep me calm. They cleaned my chest and covered my face up with one of those blue sheets, making me a "little window to the world", as the nurse said. They gave me some of the good stuff and the doctor got started. He started out by giving me shots to numb the skin, which hurt so badly. I started grabbing at the sheet, so they gave me more good stuff. Once they started cutting and everything they decided to give me another, and another, and another.
The nurses kept coming to ask me if I was okay. Each time a different face would come over to my window to look in. By the way, I had my head turned completely to the left so they could do a little something to my neck, so I was focusing on all the surgical supplies they had hanging on the wall. Each time someone would get in my face, they made me lose focus, so I finally started getting in on their conversation. One of the guys was a new daddy and was complaining about his baby being a momma's boy. I told him that wouldn't change for a while, and then there was more talking and joking.
The procedure took about 45 minutes. I was told by the nurse who wheeled me back, that the amount of whatever it was that they gave me should have knocked me out. Everyone was surprised that I didn't fall asleep (that's why they kept coming over to look at me). I guess it had a delayed reaction because as soon as we got home, I passed out. In fact, I ended up sleeping on the couch last night.
Now, the doctor who did the procedure told me that I shouldn't feel any pain after the fact. It shouldn't feel any worse than a bruise would feel. LIAR! Oh, it feels like I have been punched in the chest. I took some pain medicine that I had and that seemed to help... that is until I was looking for something with my one year old. I was behind him, kinda hovering, and he stood up, banging his head in my chest. Oh my gosh. I have never felt pain like that before. I almost fell to my knees. It hurt! Ever since then I've been afraid to move.
The incision has stitches that will dissolve on the inside, but the outside is glued together. If the glue starts looking like it is peeling away, I'm supposed to put super glue on it. Yep, super glue.
I'm happy that it, the port, really isn't noticeable. There will be a scar, but you can't tell there is something under the skin. I hope the nurses at the oncology place can see it well enough. I'm afraid to wear a bra because I'm not sure where the strap will hit. I don't want it to rub on the glue because Mike will be chasing after me with the super glue. I really don't need that.
Hmmmm... my hair started falling out a few days ago. Today it's real bad. I'm pulling out gobs and gobs of it just by running my fingers through it. It's becoming addicting. I had a big ball put together. I finally threw it away. Now I'm trying to call the salon to make an appointment to get my wig fitted, but I'm having trouble getting through. Mike needs me to make that appointment so he can get started to the head shaving extravaganza. Yippee!