so i had my surgery yesterday...
why the fuck didnt anyone tell me it would hurt so bad immediately afterwards? holy fucking hell. they gave me anti nausea and anti emetic drugs which didnt do a damn thing. i still puked. i felt better after i puked, but the cramping was so horrendous. fentenel did absolutely nothing except kept putting me back to sleep. i apparently spent HOURS in recovery, instead of just an hour. the doctor said that the pain may have been from him having to manipulate my uterus during surgery. the cramping didnt let up until about 11pm last night. i fell back asleep anyway. had a decent nights rest. this morning it seems the cramping has all stopped (thank fucking god) and that just tylenol will get me through this. my belly is very sore, but as long as i dont move too fast, im ok. i can sit up and get up and walk without help now. i was able to keep down dinner (yay chicken and stars).
but i want to know a few things. 1) why the fuck do doctors want to keep giving you masses of narcotics even when you tell them the dont help? and why do they insist on giving you meds that you tell them you know will really upset your stomach (motrin)? jesus. they wanted to load me up on tylox and morphine last night. this would have just made me sick to my stomach again. i said flat out NO. give me tylenol. the doctor was suprised. i had to insist on this. 2) why the fuck would you give anyone just out of surgery a ham sandwich, carrot sticks and potato chips? who the fuck wants to eat that when you dont feel good? the chicken and stars chet got for me last night was like manna from heaven. soft (my throat feels weird after the tube; not sore, just enlarged?), salty, brothy, hot and delicious.
so needless to say, im staying home today. i have two bandaids on my stomach. there is cake in the frige. im really glad this is over. for those of you who have undergone major surgeries, i dunno how you guys did it. i feel like a wuss for being so ouchy after something relatively minor. i feel like i should be hale and hearty and i just want to stay in jammies and loaf.
but i want to know a few things. 1) why the fuck do doctors want to keep giving you masses of narcotics even when you tell them the dont help? and why do they insist on giving you meds that you tell them you know will really upset your stomach (motrin)? jesus. they wanted to load me up on tylox and morphine last night. this would have just made me sick to my stomach again. i said flat out NO. give me tylenol. the doctor was suprised. i had to insist on this. 2) why the fuck would you give anyone just out of surgery a ham sandwich, carrot sticks and potato chips? who the fuck wants to eat that when you dont feel good? the chicken and stars chet got for me last night was like manna from heaven. soft (my throat feels weird after the tube; not sore, just enlarged?), salty, brothy, hot and delicious.
so needless to say, im staying home today. i have two bandaids on my stomach. there is cake in the frige. im really glad this is over. for those of you who have undergone major surgeries, i dunno how you guys did it. i feel like a wuss for being so ouchy after something relatively minor. i feel like i should be hale and hearty and i just want to stay in jammies and loaf.