Two Decades Later

It’s 7:10pm currently. I woke up at 6 am to start my work shift for 6:30. Responded to emails until 7:30am, then started getting ready for my 2nd post-op appt. One of my drains was taken off during my appt. Not really feeling like being super descriptive right now as I have been feeling nauseous for the past hour give or take. It just came outta nowhere. My husband gave me a Zofran and then a second one shortly afterwards due to the first one not working. I could not imagine heaving over a toilet right now. The amount of pain it would cause has me utterly terrified of being anything remotely to nauseous. SN: did y’all know that some Zofran are to be dissolved under the tongue then swallowed into your saliva? All my years of life no one ever told me this. Probably why I always say they never work for me. So thankful my husband is a nurse. He has been so patient, supportive, and just utterly kind throughout this whole process. Give that man a medal haha. Kelly wants me to send her a photo of my drain sheet in the morning and she will decide when my next appt will be based on this. Not much more to say here as my stomach is still queasy so I will just rest until work in the a.m. I have decided not to take more photos at this time as I still look the same as the day 3 post op photo minus a tad bit of swelling.

So about last night. Finally felt the urge to have first bm since surgery. It was a traumatizing experience. Friday at the dr office Dr. Strock mentioned getting some enema/suppositories and I had every intention on doing so but we both completely forgot about it. So my husband drove across town to a 24hr CVS to get them at 11pm last night. All the while I am pacing because I can’t sit down because everything hurts and I can’t sit on the toilet because my body wants to strain to try to go. I was so nauseous. My husband gave me a Zofran and was waiving alcohol wipes under my nose to keep me from heaving. I must add here that he had to place the enema as I am not able to reach back there yet. After it was placed it took about 15 minutes before my body had any type of movement. I sat on the porcelain throne for 30 minutes before gravity took over. Your body will naturally want to push and strain but the pain from the incisions will remind you not to. During my initial attempt at going, before the enema, the drain tube on my right side was pulled a little (this will be important later). Anyway, after I went I was still nauseous and my stomach was so upset. I didn’t take any ore meds as I was afraid it would make me heave. I didn’t sleep well at all. After breakfast around 10am I had to take pain meds. I also decided to try to shower since the previous night and the bm. My husband helped to undress and I leaned on the wall while he started to wash me. Remember earlier when I mentioned my right drain was pulled a little….well it started to burn with a fury of fire from hell. I am not sure if it was water or soap and I really didn’t care. All I know is the pain was unbearable. I cried and tried to remember to breathe while trying to tell my husband what was wrong. He reminded me to breathe as I couldn’t cry hard because the heaving would hurt my abdomen. He didn’t even get to finish rinsing me off. He dried me off and did everything needed to get me dressed. He got me back to my lift chair, gave me more pain meds and I eventually fell asleep. I slept for about an hour then I just kind of sat around for a while. It is now 5:30pm and I did some walking in the house today. Just going to rest the remainder of the day as I start work in the morning at 6:30am. It’s just work emails but it still will take energy.

So about last night. Finally felt the urge to have first bm since surgery. It was a traumatizing experience. Friday at the dr office Dr. Strock mentioned getting some enema/suppositories and I had every intention on doing so but we both completely forgot about it. So my husband drove across town to a 24hr CVS to get them at 11pm last night. All the while I am pacing because I can’t sit down because everything hurts and I can’t sit on the toilet because my body wants to strain to try to go. I was so nauseous. My husband gave me a Zofran and was waiving alcohol wipes under my nose to keep me from heaving. I must add here that he had to place the enema as I am not able to reach back there yet. After it was placed it took about 15 minutes before my body had any type of movement. I sat on the porcelain throne for 30 minutes before gravity took over. Your body will naturally want to push and strain but the pain from the incisions will remind you not to. During my initial attempt at going, before the enema, the drain tube on my right side was pulled a little (this will be important later). Anyway, after I went I was still nauseous and my stomach was so upset. I didn’t take any ore meds as I was afraid it would make me heave. I didn’t sleep well at all. After breakfast around 10am I had to take pain meds. I also decided to try to shower since the previous night and the bm. My husband helped to undress and I leaned on the wall while he started to wash me. Remember earlier when I mentioned my right drain was pulled a little….well it started to burn with a fury of fire from hell. I am not sure if it was water or soap and I really didn’t care. All I know is the pain was unbearable. I cried and tried to remember to breathe while trying to tell my husband what was wrong. He reminded me to breathe as I couldn’t cry hard because the heaving would hurt my abdomen. He didn’t even get to finish rinsing me off. He dried me off and did everything needed to get me dressed. He got me back to my lift chair, gave me more pain meds and I eventually fell asleep. I slept for about an hour then I just kind of sat around for a while. It is now 5:30pm and I did some walking in the house today. Just going to rest the remainder of the day as I start work in the morning at 6:30am. It’s just work emails but it still will take energy.