Hi all,
Well, I'm back online, probably for the only time this
week. Thought I'd share my surgery story. If you're
looking for the short and sweet version, I'm fine and have
a little pain. I go back to work on Monday, 1/19.
Here's the long version of my gastic bypass surgery and
gall bladder removal. This is a diary entry so sorry for
the length, I just copied and pasted and made a few changes
so it would make sense to you. My surgery was on 1/8.
I went in Thursday morning at 6am. I started crying before
we left, I was so scared. I cried off and on on the way
and when we got there and I sat down at the admissions
desk, I cried a little again. I haven't had surgery since
I was 12 so this was all very foreign to me. The night
before, I had given Sarah a written summary of my debt and
access to accounts and life insurance, God forbid something
go wrong. This kept going through my mind as the reality
of the risks set in.
After admitting, we went to the pre-op area. I was given a
private room that had a gurney and robe and bathroom
facilities. The minute the nurse told me to undress and
put on the robe and shut the door, I started freaking out.
I started walking around in circles and crying. Sarah
calmed me down and helped me change. She's a physical
therapist in a hospital so this was a comfortable
environment for her. She was able to take charge and be my
guide, which is what she's good at and the role she
prefers.
I had my period so I was given disposable panties to put on
under the gown. Sarah and I laughed over how ridiculous
they looked. Then I just sat on the gurney and waited for
someone else to come in. Another nurse came in and started
getting basic info from me. She took my blood pressure,
surprise, it's a little high. I wasn't shocked since I was
so anxious. Then I told her that I had my period so she
could note it. She asked if I was wearing my underwear, I
said, "no, I'm wearing your underwear." I said it
nervously and without thinking and afterword, the humor hit
me. We all started laughing and that calmed me down a
little.
Then I had to lay down and she put a couple warm blankets
over me. Another attendent, the surgical room nurse
appararently, stuck her head in the door and said they'd be
taking me in 45 minutes. That sped things up a bit as I
guess they usually wait a little longer. So the nurse went
into fast-forward. She started by giving me a heprin shot,
it's a blood thinner that will prevent blood clots. Then
she tried to put in an IV. I told her I have bad veins to
prepare her. Sure enough, it took 3 nurses and 5 tries
before they finally called in the anethesiologist to try
the bigger veins, which I guess nurses aren't allowed to
puncture. I was still nervous so when he walked in, I was
crying. He said women don't usually cry until after they
meet him, and that made me chuckle. We joked around a bit
while he tried to find a good vein for the IV. He thought
he had it once but it didn't work. So he went over to my
left side and said he'd put it in at my elbow and then move
to a better spot after I'm under in surgery to a more
comfortable spot. He got down on one knee next to the
gurney to put in the needle and made a joke about
proposing. Every time I'd get poked, Sarah would go to the
foot of the gurney and rub my feet. I'm afraid of needles
and blood so I was glad she was distracting me. In the end
(on the seventh attempt to find a good vein), the left
elbow worked. I was plugged in. The nurse immediately
gave me loopy medicine to help me relax and they wheeled me
away.
I thought I'd get a moment to say goodbye to Sarah but
there wasn't time, so I yelled "I love you" over my
shoulder as I went down the hall. Then the ride got real
interesting as the loopy medicine took effect. Kind of
like being in a fun house with wacky mirrors. The ceiling
lights and doors took different shapes.
Before long, I was in the surgery room and my arms were out
at my sides and I was strapped down. The anesthesiologist
made a joke that I thought was just hilarious and then
another nurse put in the final medication to make me fall
asleep. I didn't know what to focus on in the room since
there was so much going on around me. But the pressure
socks were on my feet so I just imagined it was Sarah
rubbing my feet again and that calmed me down. The nurse
started injecting the stuff into my IV. I just remember
saying "Now?" and I think I said it again and that was it.
It wasn't the calm kind of process I've seen on surgery
shows where the patient counts down from 10. They were
behind schedule so bing, bang, boom, I was out.
Next thing I remember was being real dizzy. I knew someone
was trying to wake me up and I kept saying, "No! Dizzy!"
So they laid me flat and then it was calm for a while. I
opened my eyes again and saw that I was in a big room full
of gurneys and people trying to wake up. It was a little
hectic. A nurse came over to check my IV and I asked her
if I had bigger boobs. She just gave me a wierd look and
said, "no, are you supposed to?" I said no, I just wanted
to make sure the doctor did the right surgery. I think I
was trying to be funny, but a drugged up woman on a gurney
talking about a boob job kind of misses something in the
delivery. LOL
Then they wheeled me to my private room and Sarah came in
about 15 minutes later. I was so happy to see her. I
asked her if everything was alright. She said yes, but my
gall bladder was enlarged so it took them an hour to get it
out. I guess I was in surgery longer than I was supposed
to be because of that so she was getting worried in the
waiting room. Now she was okay though and seeing her calm
made me calm. I think I just fell asleep then.
I was pretty numb at first and was able to move around kind
of easily except for the IVs. The needle was still in my
left elbow as a backup, but the anesthesiologist had found
a better site on my right arm just above my wrist so that's
where the fluid was going.
I was given a tiny medicine cup with an ounce of water and
told I could have an ounce every hour and to sip slowly. I
know it doesn't sound like much but I just wasn't
interested in drinking or eating so I didn't even get that
much down.
Sarah called her family and my family called. A friend
came to visit and I was in and out. We watched Friends and
The Apprentice. Gotta say, the only way to look at Trump
is on medication. It made the show much more interesting.
After a few hours, I got up and started walking. I didn't
get far as I got real dizzy so they sat me down in the
chair and I tried again about an hour later. I walked
twice Thursday and twice Friday morning. I had to sleep
practically sitting up in order to be comfortable. I was
given a pump to self-administer pain relief and I could hit
it once every half hour. Let me tell you, I was timing
that puppy. When I was asleep, Sarah told me she was
hitting it. All in all, I didn't feel a damn thing. :-)
Friday morning I was given four ounces of diluted cranberry
juice and told I could have that much every hour for two
hours and then water. The doctor checked on me and said I
could go home. I weighed before I left since my scale at
home is broken so I wanted to know my starting weight.
I was on two medications, pepcid and something else for the
pain. They have icky side effects which I'm sure you can
imagine but I won't spell out. I stopped the pepcid on
Saturday as it's just supposed to help with the painful gas
(in the chest) and I haven't really had a problem so don't
have a real need to take it. Around Sunday, I started
having a severe pain under my ribs on my right side. It
feels like I've bruised my ribs. It's horrible in the
morning and if I'm stationary very long. But if I move
around and put ice on it, it's bearable with the pain med.
Still, I'm going to call the doc this morning and ask about
it as it hurts to twist or move my right arm much. Perhaps
he knows why it hurts, maybe that's where my gall bladder
was. And I'm hoping he can give me a stronger pain med
that doesn't have those icky side effects.
I have six incisions in my torso, sealed with steri-strips.
They's supposed to come off some time this week on their
own, and that will mean the incision is closed and
reasonably healed. I still have to be careful in the
shower as I can't rub the area. But otherwise, I can
shower and not worry about them. It looks like scotch tape
on my tummy. Each incision has a bruise around it, plus I
have three more bruises in my abdomen from the heprin shots
and my arms are spotted from the IV attempts. I look very
sexy, let me tell you!
I'm like Hugh Heffner, walking around the house in my pj's
all day. I'm supposed to walk 20 minutes a day and either
Sarah and I go for a walk around the block or I just walk
around the house. Yesterday I just walked in a circle
around the chair in our living room for 15 minutes and then
walked up and down a small staircase for 5. I do feel
better after, but I'm just exhausted. And it makes my ribs
hurt more to move so much at once. It also hurts to take
deep breaths so I'm just treating myself gently.
Sarah has been incredible. Anything I need, she jumps up
to get it for me. I'm doing more and more on my own,
forcing myself to be active. But at the slightest whince,
she'll get up and pick up my glasses for me or run
downstairs and make up an ice pack for my ribs. I slept in
the guest room for the first few nights, surrounded by
pillows sitting up. I was only able to sleep for 3 hours
at a time. But last night I slept in our bed again for the
first time and I was actually able to sleep all through the
night! It hurts like you wouldn't believe getting up from
that position (flat on my back) but that only lasts a
minute or two and then I'm upright and reasonably okay.
I feel good this morning, I'm drinking my first of two
protein shakes. Then I have to drink two containers (16 oz
each) of water and