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| Card made by Stephanie |
“Just another minute, they’re going to get you a shot.” Huh?
I thought as the nurse prepped the needle and the anesthesiologist held my
hand like we were on an awkward date.
I showed up to the
hospital at 6:30am and was extremely dehydrated from lack of liquids combined
with the magnesium citrate that I had to take for the bowel prep. The nurse made three attempts on both of
my arms with no success at starting my IV.
The anesthesiologist founda vein near my wrist but thought that it may
still be difficult so she gave me a numbing shot before she finally was able to
successfully put the IV into place. At
about 8:50am I said farewell to everyone, put on my little hat and they began
to wheel me to the OR. They never told
me that they already gave me some sleepy medicine before carting me off and the last thing I
remember was seeing the girl who was wheeling me press the button to open a
set of doors and then I knocked out.
As I began to wake up it felt like I was trying to climb up
from the bottom of a well filled with water. It took me a bit to remember where
I was and why I felt the way I did.
People were making a fuss around me and I remember a few times telling
someone that I felt like I was gasping for air.
I guess when they thought I was conscious enough they wheeled me back to the
prepping/waiting area and had me move to a lounge type chair. It did not go well. I was extremely dizzy and everything felt
like it was spinning and I began to dry heave violently. They asked if I wanted my husband to come
back and I replied no because I didn’t want anyone to see me yet. I felt horrible and the nurse explained that
I had developed a high fever and my largest incision had been leaking badly. When I was settled a little more I was able
to lay back and close my eyes and that helped the spinning but if I dared to
open my eyes the world fiercely lurched and lunged.
The nursed continued to make a fuss over me and at about 1pm I
told them they could bring my husband back.
The doctor had another surgery right after mine and then she had to
leave for a conference so she wasn’t going to be able to talk to me post-surgery. She did talk to my husband but I think that
doctors need to have a sheet called “what I told your husband” because by the
time he was conveying the information to me he couldn’t remember exactly what
the doctor said. He knew that she said
my endometriosis was one of the worst cases she had ever seen and that it was a
good thing I had surgery when I did. My
left ovary was tangled in my intestine so they removed my left ovary but didn’t
have to resection my intestine. My husband thinks that she mentioned removing my right
fallopian tube. There were a lot of adhesions tangled in my kidneys and the
rest of my organs were cemented together and twisted and tangled so they fixed
that. I have my follow up
appointment on September 19th so I’ll be able to find out all of the
information and see pictures.
They nurses, who were patient and sweet ended up bringing in a machine filled with a medication
that dispensed in timed intervals. It
ended up making the spinning/nausea stop and then I couldn’t get out of the hospital
fast enough. I had to eat some crackers
and drink some ginger ale to prove that I could keep them down and I also had
to urinate prior to leaving. I left
the hospital at about 4:45pm with just a slight fever and was overjoyed to
relocate myself to the sofa where I’ve remained ever since. After the first two days I switched to mainly
taking Motrin with maybe one dose of heavier pain meds per day. As long as I don’t move around too much it
isn’t too bad though I’m still very tired and continue to nap frequently. Since I’m sleeping a lot I’m not bored and I
probably won’t have to stay out of work for as long as I thought so at this
point I’m just trying to enjoy doing nothing for a bit.
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| Box of Meds |
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| Since I made her get a bath prior to the surgery Lambie insisted on having her picture on my blog. She is helping me log onto Webkinz to play some games. |
