2 Days Post Surgery

After all the waiting I finally went into surgery at about 3:45ish I think and the Dr. didn't come out to talk to Dustin and my mom until about 5:30. I think that made my mom slightly nervous that something went wrong because pre surgery he said it'd only be an hour or so. Anyways, it all went well. I guess one of my tubes had some sort of blockage so he cleaned that out as well so maybe that added some time to the procedure.

After I started waking up I immediately wished I was still asleep. Ugh, i felt like crap. I was groggy and out of it and some guy kept asking me questions about Safford and other things and I really wanted to tell him to shut the hell up because I just wasn't in the mood for a convo. I was just really confused as to why he was talking to me. Anyways, I guess that's while they were wheeling me to my room because the next thing he told me was that I needed to get into the other bed. I was thinking, "are you kidding me? I can't move" Instead I said, "that kicked my ass" and they proceeded to move me on their own and I offered no help at all. Waiting for those meds to wear off was the worst. I hated it. I tried to keep my eyes open but it was so hard. I asked a few questions to Dustin and my mom about what the Dr. said and such but I was so out of it I don't remember much. The nurses wanted me to start drinking liquids right away so I did but it made me feel so sick. I just had water, jello and  apple juice here and there throughout the night...basically whenever I'd wake up. I think it was all too sweet or something because at about 3:30 I threw up. Luckily I hadn't drank much so there wasn't much to come up. I also would jerk every time I woke up and bend my left arm causing my IV to turn off and the machine to beep repeatedly so I had to page the nurses like 50 million times throughout the night. I felt really stupid about that.

Saturday morning they woke me up at 6:00 to remove the catheter and get me up walking. Dr.'s strict orders for me to walk every 2 hours. I was really nervous to try to move and once I started to move I realized I should be. It was hard to sit up or do anything that used my stomach muscles. Once I was up, I was ok. Just slightly light headed from the drugs i assume. After that i ate some cream of wheat and kept it down fine so the nausea was finally gone. I was walking really good on my own and everything seemed ok. I didn't have pain at all unless I was trying to move so that was good. My only problem...I hated "passed gas" Another strict rule from my Dr. I was not allowed to go home until I pooped or started tooting. He came by and said everything was good except that so they gave me a suppository (nothing like being anally raped by a very nice nurse) but it worked like a champ! After that I was ready to be released within 20 mins. Next problem? Dustin was gone. He left to go have lunch (a very late lunch) with his sister and brother. So I waited for about an hour/1.5 hours until he was back to get outta there. Finally when he said he was on his way the nurse hooked me up with 2 vicodin for the ride home. I was really nervous I'd have a hard time in the car but I didn't at all. It wasn't bad and I slept most the way.

So far I've handled the pain well. I get up and walk around all on my own. Sometimes it hurts worse then others, but as Brandon would say "I gotta learn how to do it myself eventually" As long as I'm not trying to get up or trying to get down I feel very little to no pain at all. I have been on Toradol constantly since midnight after the surgery and have only taken the vicodin occasionally. Mainly one at night to ensure I sleep well. I'm suppose to keep my body angled to ensure the scar heals as close together as it can. No laying flat or standing straight up. Hopefully the pain stay minimal like this and I can keep it under control.