Okay so, a lot has happened! Day 1 - after surgery and in recovery room, apparently I took a long time to wake up. When I sort of did, the nurse was right there with some pain meds. She had 10 syringes, and i think after 5 or 6, i was like, "good, I need all of them" lol. I was in and out, didn't even notice being brought up to a room.
When I woke up I was still wicked drowsy. Pain meds were given at seemingly regular intervals. Family and friends came to visit, I was loopy for a while. Friends left around 8. I was such a mess, they just had me in bed and NOT walking at all. Originally, I was supposed to be walking around that day.
Day 2, Nov 2 - The worst 1/2 day of my life. The evening from day one to day 2, was just a night mare, I didn't sleep, I was in pain. Some guy was yelling and screaming. It hurt to even talk. My fingers and hands, both sides were numb. The feeling is exactly what you get when your hand or foot falls asleep, prickly, numb, hurt a bit. I couldn't really handle anything. I was crushing the chipped ice styrofoam cups because I had no sensation and had no idea how strongly I was gripping the cup. What have I done to myself? I did this for my health, am I now handicapped? My hands are my life. I'm an IT guy, I need my fingers for typing and mouse-clicks!!
Christine my NP/Project Manager came in to see me, ask me questions, gave me a packet to read, checked my hands out, said it would eventually go away. But, like, when your hand falls asleep, it usually goes back to normal in a minute. It was now the next day, these should be back to normal. The day was painful and frustrating, I couldn't grip anything, it was hard to swallow. Breakfast came, but before I had a chanve to "eat", they thought that maybe something was wrong and took me down for some other test/xray where I had to drink some gross liquid, and they turned me. That sucked. Getting up sucked. Moving sucked. I was scared to move as I feared popping something. The guy taking me down there had no regard for a patient in pain. I felt every bump, and knock into walls. WTF??
Back in my room, maybe an hour later, I'm told everything is okay inside, no leaks. I need to try to get down some fluids, and medications. they put the liquid in tiny medication grips. HELLO! I can't grab this!! I felt like a child, gripping the tiniest cup with 2 hands to try and not spill it all over me. "Oh god, am I going to be handicapped for life?" Lunch came, a super sweet protein drink and soup and gross pudding. I barely drank the shake. The chicken soup, I ate very slowly, holding the spoon like a child would. I realized at this point, I CANNOT eat sitting/lying in bed.
After lunch, the nurse said I should get up and walk, I needed to walk at least 10 'laps'. i was fitted with another hospital gown so i wouldn't be giving a free show. The walk, although a bit painful, went well.
We walked a few more times before dinner.
Dinner came, and I was determined to sit with my legs hanging off the side of the bed. WIth my walks, I learned how to unplug and maneuver my IV thing. I unplugged it, walked over, grabbed the wheely table thing and slowly dragged it over to the other side of the bed. Dinner went better. I was able to get the shaker and soup down. The pudding? smelled rotten, no thanks!
The actual doctor/surgeon came to check on me, tried to reassure me that the numbness would go away. Apparently they noticed me freaking out about it, and gave me meds to calm me down (which I was not aware of until the next day when my friend told me that's what they did)
My family and friends came by after they got out of work. I was exhausted by the end The pain and discomfort in my general stomach area, with added pain on the left puncture wound was unbearable when not controlled. I couldn't wait for them to leave. I asked if it was possible to get me stonger pain meds (which they got me, via IV) and if I could please get something to help me sleep, as I did not the day before. I was eventually approved for that, but I had to take it later... but I may be asleep. i told them to wake me up, I didn't care! lol
They woke me up at 11pm, gave me my pain meds and gave me ativan to help me sleep. I take 2mg at home to help me sleep, they only gave me 1mg. I was like, "I don't care, I'll take what I can get at this point)
At some point in the night, I recalled passing gas, haha. It was a big deal they kept telling me to do so as they fill you up with air/gas/something so they can check for leaks at the internal staples.
I slept well until 3am, when the nurse came in to give me more pain meds. I told her I passed gas, she jotted it down. Through The night and the next morning, I was able to pass more gas to where the general stomach pain went away and I was just left with the sharp pain on the left incision site. I slept until i was woken up by breakfast at 8am. I got a good 8-ish hours of sleep!! I was less cranky! I drank my shake and soup, i had jell-o, but wasn't in the mood for it. As I was finishing up breakfast I was gearing up to go for my first walk, but then the pain started coming back, it was unbearable. Where is my nurse?? They usually stop in at the beginning of their shift and take vitals. That hadn't happened. I pushed the call button. I heard the ding, for, no lie, 15 minutes. I watched the clock. WTF, I'm dying right now!! Where the hell is everyone? Nurse Taylor finally came in with meds in hand, IV pain med took 30 minutes to take effect. After which, I felt like i could run a marathon. I went for a walk, went about every hour or so. With any luck I could leave later that day, my pain just had to be in control before I could go. After a couple walks, I was like, I'm not walking these stupid hallways. I opted to walk the length of my room, back and forth, each back and forth counted as 1, for 20 times. I did this many times.
I got word that I would be released around 2PM. I was so glad. I was ready to just be home. My friend Cassy would be staying with me for a week or so, came at 1, with some fast food. "I feel bad eating this in front of you." "you're fine,' I said, "I made this decision, it doesn't bother me."
The surgeon/doctor visited again! checked everything out, said it looked good. Came back a little later and and tok out the drain. "Breathe in, and breathe out, when you breathe out, I will pull the drain out." It stung a bit, but not "pain" He put some gauze on it and waterproof see-through bandage. He said when it got red, to change it.
Before discharge, I had Nurse Taylor change the bandage for me, she doubled up on the gauze this time. The blood never soaked through the 2 layers. Days later I figured i should take it off, of course, it was stuck. I wet the gauze, let it sit for a bit, and then slowly pulled it off. No bleeding!! Yay!!
I signed my release paperwork, was able to get dressed, and walk out of the hospital on my own. Pillow in hand, I was ready for the ride home, well, the pharmacy. It would be a 20-minute wait for the meds. Ugh. I decided I'd walk around a bit. That came crashing to an end when someone was letting their child run around the store and almost crashed in to me. I couldn't take that chance, so I went to sit down by the pharmacy. Finally got my meds and went home. Took the pain meds immediately as the pain was coming back! the rest of the day was non-eventful. Was still a struggle to get down a shake and water.