Far and away the worst part of this was the extraordinary itchiness that lasted for thirty-six hours across my entire back and was finally gone when I got up this morning. It felt like I’d been rolling around in fiberglass home insulation and it was MISERABLE. I used everything I could find to scratch the itch and if my keepers had allowed me out of the house, I’m afraid I’d have been asking strangers to scratch my back.
I don’t recall that from my last shoulder surgery, but then I don’t remember eating the Number Three Combo plate (taco, tostada, enchilada, rice and beans) and washing it all down with a couple Negra Modelos) following surgery, and spending the night puking despite the doctor’s recommendation to avoid spicy foods and alcohol for a couple days.
Exploration in the world of Google mentions post-surgery itching with links to the anesthetic as well as the painkiller which I ceased taking 24 hours ago. At this point, the itching is almost entirely gone, the narcotic fog is lifting and the pain is pretty minimal – so I’m good! Right?