Post op day 4 and 5

Apr 11, 2011

March 31,  -  Day 4

Woke up like all the days before in pain.  I speak to my nurse about the cough I had in the night that caused me pain.  Once again I am told everything is fine and that I should get up and walk.  I wait until I get my next shot of morphine and then I get up and slowly do a lap around the ward.  I get back into bed for a brief moment and decide I need to go to the washroom.  I finish my pee and I stand up.  I feel liquid running down my legs.  I am thinkinging oh my am I still peeing?.  I look down at the floor and there is a big pool of what I will call body juice on the floor. I pull up my gown and see that it is spurting out of a whole in my incision.  My slipper is soaked.  I pull the call button and start to panic.  I open the door of the bathroom and start to yell " help"  "I need help in here"  I am yelling as loud as I can.  Everytime i breath I can feel another slpush of body juice.  I am in a total panic when the nurse arrived.  It was probley only 30 seconds but to me it felt like an hour.  The had me hop back into bed.  I had a 1st year student nurse taking care of me that day.  She and the teacher were the first to be taking care of me.  The teacher had the student nurse pinch my wound shut while she went to get the head nurse.  I could see in the students eyes that this was more then she had bargined for.  Finally the head nurse came and said it was just a small tear and that it was no big deal.  The bandaged me up and said it usually closes on its own in 24 hours.  I was like are you sure?  The nurse asks if I would like her to try getting the blood and liquid off my slipper.  I tell her no that I have no intention of ever wearing those slippers again!  So the rest of the day is pretty much like the rest of the days.  Morphine, sleeping, one more walk, and eating soup!.  Later in the afternoon they come to pull out one of my drain tubes.  I am like are you sure you should take that out considering I have body juice squirting out.  They said they emailed my dr. and he said to still take it out!!!  Pain is still terrible.  I am beginning to ask myself what the heck I have gotten myslef into. ...

April 1 - Day 5 - Early in the morning before 8 my Dr. finally arrives to inspect the wound.  He takes one look and states, " oh this is not what had been explained to me"  you will need to go back into surgery today.  I was like I dont want more surgery.  He states I have subcutanious fat protuding from the wound which indicates that i have ripped the internal stitches though the muscle and that I had to have more surgery.  Boy was I once again freaked out. Well, they remove all my water, ice chips everthing and tell me that they dont know when I will go in but it will most likely be after 4pm.  I say I am guessing I dont have to get up and walk (this had been very painful with the split muscles) and the nurse states that she is still expecting me to get up and walk!  Once she leaves another nurse turned around and stated that she was not going to make me walk today.  Thank god for small miracles.  Repsitory is on my case about not coughing and they are worried I will get phnomnia.  I just cant the pain is to great when I cough.  On a positive note I fell no pain when I am laying still.  So My Mom leave to drive Vicki to the bus.  She was supposed to go home with us but my stay was being extended.  While I am waiting alone in my room this girl slips in.    She askes me if I am the bairatric patient.  I say yes.  She then goes on a rant because she had a bypass the year earlier.  She was over 300 pounds and now she was only 115.  She said it was the biggest mistake of her life.  She then went on to tell me that my surgon has lost lots of patience.  I am totally freaking out at this point!  I am waiting to go into my second surgery and this chick comes in and offloads all her problems on me.  I would have entertained them but not when I am about to go into surgery.  Anyways I tell the nurse what happens and she said she woud make sure the girl stays away from me.  To late the damage was already done.  So I get taken down to the operating room.    I get their early, so I tell them about the crazy chick.  They tell me that my dr. is great and give me a stuffed animal.  They were felling pretty sorry for me,lol.  So as you know I survived the surgery.  I was back up in my room and the pain medication just is not cutting it.  They are telling me to cough and I just cant.  The nurse finally states, I am tired of this and goes and get me a shot of demoral.  So I have morphine and demeral.  OMG  For the first time I had real relief.  I let out a few good coughs, clear my lungs and just keep saying thank you thank you thank you.   It was the best 3 hours I had had!  Finally I was off in a slumber that lasted till the next morning.

well it is late so I will try to get more in tomorrow.

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