I never knew a belly button could hurt so much.
I will preface this with this might be a little too much information for the casual LJ cruiser, as I've just recently had surgery and would like to bitch and moan about it for a moment.
I hadn't updated in a while, and it's been a crazy couple of weeks. I went to Lubbock as I said I would, and the surgeon had a cancellation on Thursday so he was able to operate on me and get me taken care of super fast. He went in planning to do a laproscopy, but when they had gotten in, they found my ovary had a cyst the size of a softball (yes, a softball) and they had to take the whole thing out. I woke up a couple hours later with a hole in my belly button, a puncture near my hip, and a 3 inch incision near my bikini line (as well as the worst pubic hair cut ever), wimpering in pain because they weren't giving me a high enough dose of morphine. They upped my dose and I kinda hovered in and out of consciousness for the rest of the afternoon; my sister visited me at some point and I sort of remember her being there but that's about it. Mom and Lee stayed most of the day, and Mom left at 10 that night after I promised her I'd be okay by myself. I had no idea it was that impossible to get a night's worth of sleep in a hospital...people kept waking me up about every hour to take my blood pressure, change an IV bag, tell me I wasn't peeing enough (yes, not peeing enough), take yet another blood sample, and the nurse that worked the night shift, though very nice and with a lovely accent...Kenyan I think, kept forgetting to turn off the night each time he left. On Fiday, I felt well enough that the unhooked me from the morphine and IV and catheter and all that good stuff and I could hobble to the bathroom, and after another nurse shift change in which they sounded like I was going to spend the night again, I asked the nurse, "hey, the surgeon said I could go if I could walk to the bathroom, which I can, and eat solid food, and I am starving for something that isn't beef broth and apple juice. Can I go?" I got discharged and went home with Mom, where Lee had cooked me a small fake fillet that was very tasty, as well as a baked potato and some spinach salad. Nothing like a clear liquid diet for 2 days to make a girl appreciate solid food.
I came back to Denton on Saturday; Mom and Lee drove me since I can't drive for a couple of weeks and I just left my car there. Dylan has been wonderful and is better at making me take it easy than I am. Classes aren't in too bad of shape except for my portfolio class, which has me worried because I need to get a lot done in the next 3 weeks and the combination of the surgery and the painkillers (hydrocodone makes me depressed when I take it for long periods of time, and I've been taking it for about 2 1/2 weeks now) make me tired and apathetic...not good at all.
But it's good to be able to get a full night's sleep and not be in pain.
I hadn't updated in a while, and it's been a crazy couple of weeks. I went to Lubbock as I said I would, and the surgeon had a cancellation on Thursday so he was able to operate on me and get me taken care of super fast. He went in planning to do a laproscopy, but when they had gotten in, they found my ovary had a cyst the size of a softball (yes, a softball) and they had to take the whole thing out. I woke up a couple hours later with a hole in my belly button, a puncture near my hip, and a 3 inch incision near my bikini line (as well as the worst pubic hair cut ever), wimpering in pain because they weren't giving me a high enough dose of morphine. They upped my dose and I kinda hovered in and out of consciousness for the rest of the afternoon; my sister visited me at some point and I sort of remember her being there but that's about it. Mom and Lee stayed most of the day, and Mom left at 10 that night after I promised her I'd be okay by myself. I had no idea it was that impossible to get a night's worth of sleep in a hospital...people kept waking me up about every hour to take my blood pressure, change an IV bag, tell me I wasn't peeing enough (yes, not peeing enough), take yet another blood sample, and the nurse that worked the night shift, though very nice and with a lovely accent...Kenyan I think, kept forgetting to turn off the night each time he left. On Fiday, I felt well enough that the unhooked me from the morphine and IV and catheter and all that good stuff and I could hobble to the bathroom, and after another nurse shift change in which they sounded like I was going to spend the night again, I asked the nurse, "hey, the surgeon said I could go if I could walk to the bathroom, which I can, and eat solid food, and I am starving for something that isn't beef broth and apple juice. Can I go?" I got discharged and went home with Mom, where Lee had cooked me a small fake fillet that was very tasty, as well as a baked potato and some spinach salad. Nothing like a clear liquid diet for 2 days to make a girl appreciate solid food.
I came back to Denton on Saturday; Mom and Lee drove me since I can't drive for a couple of weeks and I just left my car there. Dylan has been wonderful and is better at making me take it easy than I am. Classes aren't in too bad of shape except for my portfolio class, which has me worried because I need to get a lot done in the next 3 weeks and the combination of the surgery and the painkillers (hydrocodone makes me depressed when I take it for long periods of time, and I've been taking it for about 2 1/2 weeks now) make me tired and apathetic...not good at all.
But it's good to be able to get a full night's sleep and not be in pain.