Update After Surgery
0h dang. Hey hey hey. First I'm going to say. I can't write very long entries right now because sitting here kills my stomach like no other. I got surgery done on November 22 of this year, so yesterday, morning at 8AM. They took out my gallbladder. I have four incisions made on my abdomin. They said that I would lose my belly button piercing, but the Doctor tried to save it, so he made the incision through the button of my belly button, instead of the top. About 18 hours after that, for some odd reason, I got up and remembered I even had a belly button and attempted to get my piercing back in. I had to push a little and I thought it had closed up, but, luckily =) it didn't! So I was hella happy about that one. Kylie put all my earrings back in, and suprisingly, it didn't hurt much. The very top left one looked like a goner, but she got it eventually. I love Kylie s0o fucking much. The most painful incision is the one right across the top of my tummy because when I sit down it bends a little and the incision gets irritated as all fucking hell. They're hella bruised, but I can see the bruising on that one the most at the moment. All the incisions still have their bandages over them though. I can't take those off until they fall off. The nastiest thing in the world is that I can't shower until fucking Thursday and that's fucking icky as hell. My stomach is starting to hurt, ugh shit fuck damn. My mom, dad, Kylie, Brittany, and Ashley were all there, but Ashley and Brittany couldn't see me until the end. Kylie saw me when I was in the operating room still, I was laying there crying and they gave me like 4 or 5 shots of morphine straight the stomach, my surgeon did that is. Then my male nurse guy kept putting morphine and other drugs in my IV and rubbing my head and leg and often touched my foot, I remember that. He also told my mom that he hated seeing younger people in there because he had four sons of his own and it killed him to see me in that much pain, that it made him want to cry. I don't really remember his facial features... but he was a younger guy, probably in his 20's, and he was taking really good care of me. I remember waking up, like, actually waking up and feeling really bad that Ashley and Brittany had seen me at my worst and in so much pain and crying so much. Ugh. I'm sitting on my knees typing now because I can't sit in the chair anymore, my stomach is in uber fucking pain now, and I know that means I should probably go lay down, but I can't lay down right now either because I just drank some sprite and it'll head towards my throat and make me feel like I'm going to throw up and that's not what's g0od. I actually got some sleep today though, I wake up every hour to hour and a half, but atleast I'm getting some sleep. All my little dogs, Tulip, Trucker, and Maggie came and laid next to me on the bed, Trucker licked me all over, except gently, usually he's really rowdy, but it's like they know I'm hurt an they're all just laying right next to me, calmly and snuggling. I want to see Lucky, but my parents don't want her around me yet because she jumps up on me and if I'm laying in bed, she'll jump on my stomach and they don't want that... hell... neither do I... but I miss my Lucky Ducky a lot. I miss Kylie too. She went to school and I stayed home. I was even thinking about going, but I drove her there and I was going to go inside, but it hurt too much to even stomach a like 5-10 minute drive to school. There's no way in hell I could have sat down for 80 minutes at a time. I would have been in tears in less than 30 minutes of the first class. My parents don't leave me alone in the house, ever, my mom went to the store to get me more Mylanta for when it starts to burn, I don't know how good that works, but sometimes it does, but she waited until my dad came home. He came home from work early, they're like doing shifts so if I spaz out someones here. Last night, I freaked really bad. I started hyperventilating and crying and I don't know exactly what the hell I was doing, but I ran to the back door and tried hard to open it, I wanted fresh air, everything hurt, my chest, my heart, my stomach, my sides, ugh, everything. I just blantenly freaking the fuck out. I just coughed, now that was a bitch. I've yet to sneeze... and I pray to God I don't, haha, if coughing hurts, sneezing will kill me. Yuck. Shit. Fuck. My baby was suppose to call me, but he has yet to do so. He said he was going to go take a shower and I think he might have fallen asleep. I hope he did. I told him to go to bed because he's probably slept a lot less than me. My stomach is really hurting... I'm going to go. I'll try to write later, but right now, that isn't going to happen.
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