Well, it's been 3 weeks since my surgery. I haven't really been in a mood to be on the computer.
So since it has been 3 weeks, sit down and prepare for a long post.
My mom came in to town the Sunday before my surgery. On Monday, August 23rd I got up at 4:30 am to shower and get dressed to head to the hospital. We stopped off at the hotel where my mom was staying at so she could follow us to the hospital.
We got to the hospital and checked in. I of course had to pay my deductible before I could be called back for the surgery preparation. Finally after a short time the parade to the surgical waiting room began. They took roughly 4 patients and their families up at a time. The families found seats while the surgery patients signed in. Wasn't very long before I was called back to get ready.
First thing first I was weighed. I had lost 20 pounds! That made 24 pounds lost since I last saw the doctor on 7/28. Wahoo! Then it was here, take off your clothes and put the backless gown on. Next came the anesthesiologist trying to get the IV line in. I have a friend who works for their billing company and had said she was going to try to make sure that I got the best doctor. Needless to say, as the anesthesiologist was having problems getting the IV in, he kept mumbling about how my friend was in trouble. A little comic relief during the whole pre-op routine, thank goodness!
After all of that the nurse realized that I needed to pee in a cup. Now I wasn't supposed to drink anything after midnight. How in the heck was I gonna pee in a cup. Well, somehow I managed to do it. The family came in just in time for Dr Spaw to come in. Evidently it is routine to remove the gall bladder and appendix during the surgery. My mom questioned why and it is due to after these surgeries, people tend to have flare ups of these 2 organs. Mom told Dr. Spaw that we have never had gall bladder problems so it was decided to leave it in and just remove the appendix. Shortly afterward I was wheeled towards surgery. I don't even remember leaving the pre-op area; good drugs ;o)
The next thing I remember was being wheeled to my hospital room, semi-awake, asking for pain medicine because my stomach was hurting so bad. I was set up with an automatic pain pump. I used it quite a bit on the Monday and somewhat on Tuesday. Monday I spent most of the day asleep because of the pain medicine, but I did have times where I was awake. I did have to get up and walk around that Monday.
Tuesday was better. Dr Spaw would come in early in the morning. In between trying to sleep and getting woken up every 4 hours for vitals, there were meal trays and just general things. Mom would come in around 11 am and I would then start the walking around that they required.
By Wednesday I was completely off the pain medicine and got approval to remove that IV. Because they kept having trouble with the IV lines. I was beginning to get stir crazy. I was getting up and walking more and more.
I was told that most people stay in the hospital 3 1/2 to 4 days. So Thursday I was looking forward to going home. What I didn't know was that my release was dependant on my being able to pass gas. Every morning Dr. Spaw would come in and ask 3 basic questions: 1. how was I feeling? 2. How much was I drinking? and 3. Had I passed any gas?
Thursday morning I was so ready to get out of the hospital. He came in Thursday morning and asked if I had farted. Nope. Well, because I hadn't, I wasn't allowed to leave. Another damn day in the hospital. I at least got the okay to be IV free on Thursday. So on Thursday I got up and made 5 laps around the hospital floor trying to get things moving. Thursday night I spent just shaking and rubbing my belly. I was determined to get things moving.
About 2 am Friday morning I had to go. I was never so happy to have a bowel movement! Dr. Spaw came in on Friday morning and I got the okay to go home!
All in all the stay in the hospital wasn't too bad. The part that got me was the daily shots to prevent blood clots. Unfortunately I had to have these shots in my belly. They weren't as bad, in that they were causing my belly to hurt, but more annoying than anything.
So by 10:30 am on Friday August 27 I was leaving the hospital. We stopped off at my work to say hello to everyone. Then we went to mom's hotel until my boyfriend got off work and could calm our animals down before I came in. Last thing I needed was a dog jumping on my stomach.
So that covers my hospital stay. It's taking me all afternoon to write this so I think I'll wait to write about the rest later.
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