on March 15, 2008 10:13 am
I went in for surgery bright and early March 11. I had to have a filter put in due to risk of a blood clot and that was done around 11 am. The procedure was relatively quick, lasting roughly 30 mins. The techs and nurses in the radiology were great. My surgery was scheduled for noon, however, the surgeon had some complications in the surgeries earlier, so I was pushed back. Finally, around 3:30 or so, I was taken back and everything from then was pretty much a whirlwind. I remember chatting with the doctor and them starting the anesthsia and then the next thing I remember was recovery nurses waking me up around 9 that evening. I remember having a difficult time taking deep breaths, however, they needed me to cough to break up the fluid that had settled. I got to leave there and was taken to my room where all my friends were waiting on me. It wasn't long before I was sleeping again.
Around 4 in the morning, I was told I need to walk and I felt up to the challenge. My mom had the surgery done 6 months prior and her hospital had her up and walking every 2 hours, so I knew that would be part of the recovery. However, I wasn't required to get up as often as she did, but I did make a point of trying to walk 3-4 times for about 10 mins a session.
The second day wasn't bad as far as pain. I had used my pain pump a few times through the night and pretty sparingly throughout the day. My stomach felt like I had been punched in it really hard and that I had tried to do too many situps. The biggest pain was behind my left shoulder. I was told the pain medications wouldn't do much for that and walking was the only real solution. Dr. Menachery visited and said things went really well and that if I continue doing well, I would go home the third day.
The morning of the third day, Dr. Menachery came in and looked at my urine. He said it was too dark to be discharged right then, but he would order some more fluids in my IV and I should be ready to go home by the mid-afternoon. Indeed that's what happened and on Thursday March 13th, I was home.
Home recovery has been a little difficult getting adjusted to. I'm on a liquid diet for 3 weeks and required to get 133 g of protein in a day. With the addition of 64 oz of water, it's been a challenge. Last night, I believe I had my first dumping or mild dumping. I still had 20 g of protein to go, so I decided to add a little bit more milk and another scoop of protein powder to my 1/2cup of milk I already had. Came out to a little more than 3/4c. Well, I got it down with little problem, but I became very cold and clammy and had diarrhea for the rest of the night. Thankfully, I didn't throwup. The clamminess lasted for about 20 mins. It's not something I would look forward to experiencing again.
I've had a wonderful support network of friends and my mother who have made this process go quite smoothly. Some of the things I wasn't expecting was how intense "head hunger" is. In the hospital and while at home, it seems every second or third commercial is for a food product. Instantly, I feel like I'm hungry and I have to have something to eat. It's wild and (among other things) I'm wondering if that's what helped attribute my weight gain in the first place. Hopefully with a little retraining of my brain, I won't be affected by that anymore.
Be the first to leave a comment.Around 4 in the morning, I was told I need to walk and I felt up to the challenge. My mom had the surgery done 6 months prior and her hospital had her up and walking every 2 hours, so I knew that would be part of the recovery. However, I wasn't required to get up as often as she did, but I did make a point of trying to walk 3-4 times for about 10 mins a session.
The second day wasn't bad as far as pain. I had used my pain pump a few times through the night and pretty sparingly throughout the day. My stomach felt like I had been punched in it really hard and that I had tried to do too many situps. The biggest pain was behind my left shoulder. I was told the pain medications wouldn't do much for that and walking was the only real solution. Dr. Menachery visited and said things went really well and that if I continue doing well, I would go home the third day.
The morning of the third day, Dr. Menachery came in and looked at my urine. He said it was too dark to be discharged right then, but he would order some more fluids in my IV and I should be ready to go home by the mid-afternoon. Indeed that's what happened and on Thursday March 13th, I was home.
Home recovery has been a little difficult getting adjusted to. I'm on a liquid diet for 3 weeks and required to get 133 g of protein in a day. With the addition of 64 oz of water, it's been a challenge. Last night, I believe I had my first dumping or mild dumping. I still had 20 g of protein to go, so I decided to add a little bit more milk and another scoop of protein powder to my 1/2cup of milk I already had. Came out to a little more than 3/4c. Well, I got it down with little problem, but I became very cold and clammy and had diarrhea for the rest of the night. Thankfully, I didn't throwup. The clamminess lasted for about 20 mins. It's not something I would look forward to experiencing again.
I've had a wonderful support network of friends and my mother who have made this process go quite smoothly. Some of the things I wasn't expecting was how intense "head hunger" is. In the hospital and while at home, it seems every second or third commercial is for a food product. Instantly, I feel like I'm hungry and I have to have something to eat. It's wild and (among other things) I'm wondering if that's what helped attribute my weight gain in the first place. Hopefully with a little retraining of my brain, I won't be affected by that anymore.











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