On Friday, I was brought into the pre-op room to change into my gown, hear a bunch of information, and have an IV put into my hand. This was around 8am. I wasn't actually brought into the room until about 9ish. After this point, I honestly don't remember much. I remember being brought into a big room that was all white and very cold and from there they made me move from one bed to another. I don't even remember them telling me they were giving me the anesthesia or anything. From here, all I remember is nothing. I once again wasn't scared before getting the surgery, I was just not wanting to experience the feeling I felt the last time I woke up… the most pain I've ever been in.
To be honest, this time I don't really remember being in the recovery room after surgery either. Im sure I was crying and a mess, but I don't remember anything about it. For surgery #1, thats the ONLY thing I remembered because that was when I was experiencing the pain. The next thing I know is that I was wheeled up to my room and they made me move from one bed to another by sliding my body inch by inch. I remember this was very painful as well. The rest of Friday was a big blur. I remember being in tons of pain but I don't remember any conversations or remember anything significant that day. I still hadn't looked down at my stomach at this point, 1. because it hurt to badly to move and 2. because I didn't wanna see the incisions yet.
Saturday, was a lot like Friday. I was still on my PCA pump (morphine pumped out every 6 minutes) along with a catheter in still. Saturday I had a terribly mean male nurse that was making every situation worse. He was very insensitive about my pain and kept giving me a lot of attitude. He also had yelled at me because at this point, I hadn't moved up off of the bed yet. He went over to the bed and started to crank the top part of the bed so I was sitting upright. I started crying and yelling at him because that was not the way to get me to move, by forcing me to do it. Especially since at that point, I hadn't even moved yet. Eventually between him and my mother, they helped me sit up in the bed and then go on a little walk in the hall way.
Heres a picture of one of the flowers I got while in the hospital!
My pain after this surgery was a little different than the first time. This time, my entire stomach was very sore instead of a sharp stabbing feeling. However, I unfortunately had bronchitis about 2 months ago and have been trying to get rid of my cough since then. It wasn't completely gone during this surgery which really screwed me over. I was constantly having a productive cough and every time I would cough, it felt like my incisions were getting ripped open. This was the worst pain I have ever experienced now. At one point, I was crying and hyperventilating so badly from the pain, that I never even knew my cry could sound like that because you could just hear that I was miserable. I also had a fever on Saturday night so I was very hot/cold at the same time.
Sunday I was still kind of very loopy. They finally wanted me to start a liquid diet again (reminder, I hadn't even had a sip of water since Thursday night). I was so happy and ordered some jello, chicken broth and apple juice. Even though I was hungry, I still couldn't really eat that much. After lunch time, my family was coming to visit me. During this time, I became so extremely nauseous for so many hours that I literally laid there in silence with a bucket next to me. I couldn't talk because if I did, I knew I would throw up and it would cause so much pain on my stomach. After many hours, they finally gave me two different anti nausea medications and I eventually fell asleep.
Monday I woke up feeling pretty good. I had gotten up and went on a longer walk with my mom. The doctors also wanted me to try eating real food again, so I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup. I ate about half of it and it tasted good actually. Some of my friends were coming to visit me and I was so excited but right before they came, I got a terrible headache that left me sitting there unable to talk once again. Even though I didn't say much, Im so thankful I have great friends like them to come and give me company. The rest of Monday I spent sleeping at watching a little bit of TV.
Tuesday, I woke up and my mom had left the night before so it was just be. I was woken up at around 7:45 am and I was really hungry to I waited to order to breakfast at 8. This is the best I've felt this whole time. Then the doctors had come in telling me that I was going to be released that day because I was doing so great. Even though I was happy to hear that, it felt strange because I am so used to spending weeks at a time in the hospital.
Its now Wednesday and I am still having a lot of pain. Its Christmas Eve and Im sitting upstairs in my bed while my family is all downstairs together. I haven't eaten much either because I keep getting a very weird pain in my stomach. Im happy that my surgery is done, but sad that I am missing a holiday again due to my disease. Its taken so much from me, and this is just another thing to add to the list. I have been prescribed oxycodon which I've been trying to take when needed to help me be able to walk around a little bit. I haven't even gotten the strength to wrap any of my Christmas gifts I bought for anyone. I just can't wait until I feel better once again.
Heres all my bruises from my Heparin shot… ugh!
I hope everyone has a great Christmas Eve and Christmas and eat lots of food for me! Stay positive and always be thankful for your health. --
-- JKL
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