Day 2 Post Op

Sep 06, 2010

I had a terrible headache Thursday night and was given some pain meds and an ice pack and between the two woke up o Friday feeling better. I'd moved on to full liquids for breakfast and that went down great. I split one of the larger pills I had to take...but by late morning I was feeling pretty nauseous again. My IVs were removed and I'd completed discharge papers, but stayed as long as I could because I just didn't feel great.

I left shortly after noon and once my Mom got me home, I headed downstairs to the family room and curled up in a chair. And felt progressively worse. My stomach and intestines started to feel as if it was having one giant spasm after another...I was gagging, with nothing to throw up, but body fluids were pouring out the other end of me. I was trying to clean up after myself, feeling horrid, and scared about what it mean.

My Mom called the clinic and spoke to one of the surgeons, who said if my pain was that bad I should come back in and they would have a bed ready for me when I got there.  My Mom was upstairs trying to gather together a few things (poor M-- this was so much more than I would have wanted to put on her shoulders) when one more trip to the bathroom had me feeling so weak and in such pain I knew I couldn't ask her to drive me back to the hospital. I didn't know how I'd even get to the car. I called her downstairs and told her we needed to call for an ambulance. It all felt like such an out-of-body experience...

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