Okay all, heres my story. Will try not to leave out the gory details. My wife and I arrived at the hospital at 5:30 for the customary injection of the clotting agent, and then wait for 2 hours. As soon as I got into the OR, all the equiptment sure was overwhelming. They strapped my arms down, then stuck this mask on my face, and it was kind of covering my eyes, really uncomfortable. Feeling claustrophic, I wanted to desperately move the mask, but having no arms to do it with, I had to talk my self into just breathing easy. Then the anesthesian said, "Lets give you something to calm you down". Next thing I know, I'm hearing, "Deep breaths Ron, got to breath deeper. Come on Ron, Deep breaths". Well, I kind of knew I was in Recovery, and did what they asked. I really didn't have too much pain down there. After an hour or so, I was moved to a regular room, and it was private!! Thank God for that. Well, I could not stay awake too well, and as I would fall asleep, the nurses would say again, "Breath deep Ron". The anesthesia gave me a case of Apnea. Well, my wife had to leave to pick up our daughter from school, and take her to a freinds house for awhile. She left. The nurses and docs decided I should go to ICU for the night to be monitored better, so off we go. My showed up about an hour or so later, with tears in her eyes, and I asked whats wrong. She told me that when she got back to my room, the room was cleaned out, the bed stipped and ready for a new patient. She asked the Nurses Station where I was at. They said, "Oh, he is in room 246 now. Oh, and don't be alarmed when it's the CCU". She was frantic, thinking all the worse. She asked why is he in there, and the nurse told her she didn't know, to go ask them.
Nice people! They brought in one of those lovely BiPAP machines, and hooked me up to it, and boy do I hate those, but I did get to sleep eventually. Around 4pm, the nurse asked when was the last time I went wee wee, I told her when I woke up to come to the hospital at 4:30. She said that if I couldn't go myself, I would have to have a catheter, and I know how nice those feel. Well, I tried, believe me, I tried. But nothing. At 5pm, the nurse came in with the kit, and asked if I had any luck. Begrudgingly, I told her no. Well, let me tell you, that has to be the worse pain I ever was put through. Still makes me sweat. After being out of the OR for like 6 hours or more, I asked the nurse if I was supposed to get a walk. She told me, sure if you want to, most patients are too sore. I thought it was a requirement, and I told her, yes lets do it. Took my walk around the ward, or actually out the door a few feet, and then back. At Midnight, I woke up, and took the mask off, and the nurse didn't want me too, but I could not stay awake with that thing on. She said okay, but if you fall alseep we have to put it back on. A little later, the nurse came back and asked if I had any luck again, so I told her they already did the catheter thing. She said in ICU, they just vacate and pull out. I thought, Oh no not again. Well I tried again, and again, still nothing. So she came back a couple hours later with the kit, and relived that nightmare. Well, right after that, I asked to take a walk again, and they obliged. Woke up around 6am, and was dying, I mean dying of thirst, and asked for those swab thingy's. Those did help. I also realized that I had not had the mask on since midnight, and I did fine, since my pulse/ox alarm never went off again. They moved me back to a regular room at about 10am or so. Around Noon, another nurse came by, asking about the void think, and I was determined not to have that done again, but I asked just in case, if it would stay in this time. She said yes it would. Well, I tried, and tried, and went into the bathroom, and flushed the toilet a few times, just for incentive, and it worked a little, but not enough to save me. So, this time it was even worse. After she inserted, and I screamed in agony, she said, okay, were done. 2 Seconds later, IIIYYYYYEEEEEEE, what are you doing now? She said she had to blow the balloon up, to keep it in. I yelled at her, why did you say we were done.
I now know why they wanted me in ICU. Could not get a nurse to come by if I was dying. Ring Ring Ring, they heard that alot from me. For walking, and needing more swabs. One time, an aid was getting ready to walk me, and I said, let me brush my teeth first. Then she left me. I was hung up, standing there, with my IV stuck around the sink, I couldn't move it, and I'm standing there, yelling, "Hello, hello, Im stuck!!" Finally a rude nurse came by and helped me, but with an attitude! What a b***h. Well, I got up some good walks the next couple days, finally got to drink, and never did have a fever the whole time in there. Hats off to Dr Chin. Good dr, crappy hospital. So, I'm now, walking down the street a bit, a few times a day, the pain is not too bad, when I take my liquid vicodin. Never have had any regrets (YET), and am feeling like this is gonna be just fine. Finally got some gas out of me, from the back side, yesterday, and boy did that make me feel better. Thanks again to all that posted, my wife read them to me on night #1. Thats my 4 day life story, and I know its long, but so did the ordeal feel long. Thanks again for your support. If I didn't know what I should be doing in there, I probably would not have gotten the care I asked for.