I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
WHEW!!! Three days post op... What can I say? I got home to find more than 100 well wishing e-mails in my in-box... That's in addition to the AT LEAST 50 phone calls in the hospital and the handful of visits that were GREATLY appreciated.
Well... Like I said... I'm three days post op and this is the first time I actually felt like i had the energy to post an update on myself. Before I do that though... I have to say THANK YOU again for all of the support you all have given me... I am not going to even attempt to respond to each and every e-mail or phone message, because I'll get pooped and have to sleep for another few hours.... So I hope my heart felt Thank you is enough for now...
Well... I'll get right to my update...
I checked in at 12:15 AM on Wednesday morning, and although they said they were going to let me sleep until the morning they didn't... They took blood, asked me a million and one questions and finally around 2:00 AM I was able to go to sleep, only to be woken again at 4:30 by someone telling me that they didn't take enough blood the first time... WHATEVER... Just take what you need an GET OUT!
I was woken up at 6:30 on Wednesday morning to start getting ready... (Surgery was moved up to 10:30 AM). I don't think I need to go into all the pre-op stuff so I'll move on...
At 9:30 I said 'see ya later' to my hubby and mom, at 2:30 I was back in my room... I don't remember anything (other than my anestesiologist (sp?) was a HOTTIE....) between that time...
2:30 - 6:00 was spent talking to my hubby and mom, answering the phone and attempting to talk coherently. Although I had already stood up one time, we decided that it was time for me to get up and walk and THAT was when the SHIT HIT THE FAN...
(For the weak to the stomach... skip the next few paragraphs, for those who want to know the good, bad and ugly... keep on reading)
6:00... I put my feet over the edge of the bed and KNEW something was coming up... I asked for the vomit bowl and OUT of NO WHERE... SATAN HIMSELF decided to COME OUT OF MY MOUTH... Yes... I started throwing up blood, which of course scard the living shit out of me because, in ALL MY 2 years of researching this surgery... I have NEVER heard of ANYONE having a personal visit from SATAN himself via the of VOMITING BLOOD after surgery... I screamed so loud for the nurse that my husband, mom AND the neighbor next door went running for help... WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING TO ME... This was DEFINATELY not on my 'how to prepare yourself list!' For an actual instant that damn SATAN dude actually had me thinking that I made the WRONG decision! I couldn't believe it.
Well... Although EVERY nurse in the hospital, I mean everyone, the orderly, the maid, the supervisor, the assistant and every other staff memeber on the floor began running in and out of my room saying 'everything will be okay... just calm down...' YEAH RIGHT... WHATEVER... Let me hear YOU say that when SATAN is spitting out of your mouth... I threw up blood two more times before (within 10 mintues) Dr. Callery was back at my bedside...
Altough he didn't have a firm explanation for the visit from SATAN, he had decided that it was probably the stitches inside of my pouch causing the bleeding, but that since each episode of vomiting produced less and less blood, that there was probably no more... He also decided that I should be moved down to ICU for monitoring because they were going to put me on some medication to reverse the 'blood thinning' effect of earlier medication and I needed closer moderation than they could give me on the floor that I was on...
THIS, OF COURSE IS WHEN THE FLOOD OF PHONE CALLS AND VISITS STARTED, WHICH MEANS EVERYONE WAS IN A PANIC BECAUSE ALL THE HOSPITAL STAFF COULD TELL THEM WAS "SHE'S IN ICU RIGHT NOW, PLEASE CALL BACK".
WELL... I calmed down for the rest of the night and made it to the next morning with no more visits from SATAN!
The next morning however, after two more episodes of dry heaving, I had determined that what caused me to vomit like that was my pressing the morphine pump... I know that sounds rediculus now, but the last two times dry heaved, it happened IMMEDIATELY after I pressed the drug pump. SO... form 11:30 - 2:30... no extra drugs from me... It was at this time that my new room was ready and when I got a visit from DALE who after watching me try to get up again in EXCRUCIATING PAIN told me that "Mimi... It's NOT the morphine that is making you sick..." I was is so much pain I couldn't believe it... What did I learn... TAKE THE DRUGS... TAKE THE DRUGS... TAKE ALL THE DRUGS THEY WILL GIVE YOU! I finally agreed to take more morphine and then the liquid pain killer and by the time I got up into my new room at 3:00 in the afternoon... I was ready to fix my hair, wash my face, brush my teeth and go for a walk.... WHEW... that was quick.
Well... The rest of my time in the hospital was pretty typical... visits and phone calls from friends and family, and I was discharged at 12:30 pm on Friday July 4th....
My first day home, I was able to stay up for about 2 hours nd then I slept for two hours. I'm able to swallow the pain killers, other meds and chewable vitamins like a champ... I haven't thrown up again... I'm doing good with the chicken broth, ice chips, water and jello, a little bit of each all day, nothing too drastic.
I will tell you this though... This GAS pain SUCKS... I never thought I'd say this out loud but... It feels SO GOOD to FART!!! OMG... I said it... Oh well... It hurts to burp and cough and laugh but farting feels OH SO GOOD!!!!
Next subject...
I'm wearing my band, doing everything I'm supposed to be doing EXCEPT walking down the street... I've been up and down around the house all day, but I actually don't feel like I have the energy to walk down the street and back... I will try it tomorrow. I am stretching my muscles and I sit up and lay down quite often... I'm using my breathing machine, trying to get to 2500 (I'm at 1,500 right now). I'm a little slow right now, but for the most part I'm back to my old cheery self.
Thank you again for all the love and support you have all shown me... I am so greatful for this site and the other message boards I am on.
I'm going to call it a night for now... I need to take a nap.
Peace and God bless,
Love your looser buddy...
Mimi
7/2/03
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