Phew... the wait is over! It's been a rough couple of days since my surgery, but each and every day gets easier and more pleasant.
Friday: 9:55am, scheduled surgery time. Finally made it to my room at about 6:00pm which was partly due to the difficulty I had coming "out of it" and then finally waking up enough to realize I was hit by a Mack truck. I was well prepared and THOUGHT I understood the notion of "gas pressure" ohhhh how wrong I was. Needless to say, I made it through the night, the nursing staff were great in keeping me medicated and as comfortable as possible.
Saturday: Feeling a little better by noon time, still feeling extremely blown up, but able to tolerate the limited liquid amounts I am supposed to consume. Received a visit from Dr. B who informed me the incisions were looking good and that my vitals were perfectly normal. Later in the day I was taken for the blood clot scan and returned to my room, I mean HELL. While I was gone my previous roommate was discharged and her bed was given to the Wicked Witch of the West. They rolled me back into the room and as I was wheeling by rather saying "Hello", the Witch was on a rampage. Complaining of the size of the room, how cramped she was, how she couldn't believe they transferred her to these conditions and yada yada. Needless to say... I still felt like Sh*t, the last thing I cared to listen to was this Crazy Beast rant and rave for the remainder of my stay. After about 3hrs of this continuous negatively, I lost it, I begged the nursing staff to relocate me. I needed a safe, quiet, positive environment and THAT certainly was not it. Once the staff were able to see what I was having to listen to and deal with, they moved promptly to relocate me. I was able to take a few small walks but was still feeling exhausted.
Sunday: Determination Day: I was blowing this popsicle stand and I did. Orginally I was scheduled for discharge on Monday but due to my improvement and feeling much stronger Dr. B cleared me at 6:00pm to go HOME, exactly where I needed to be.
Monday: Feeling great, had a goodnight's sleep in my own bed with my own CPAP (yes, it's my friend I love), was up and showered by 9:00am, spent the day being as active as i could around the house. Needed a nap by mid-afternoon and went to bed early.
Tuesday: Once again waking up feeling great, made breakfast for Patrick at 5:00am, puttered around the house, caught up on email and went for a walk by 10:00am. As the day progressed and more liquids were consumed I started to realize the "gas monster" had returned. I cannot begin to explain to people what this experience feels like but it's far from pleasant. Went to bed early still feeling crappy because of the pressure and hoped to wake up feeling better.
Wednesday: Rough night, was up several times dealing with "the monster" (which I will from this point forward refer to the gas as). Eventually "the monster" decided he would calm down a bit at about 3:00am and I was able to get a couple more hours of rest. Still feeling a little icky today but MUCH improvement from last night. Well... I sure have babbled enough for now, so long my friends.