I'm back...and banded
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I've been MIA since my surgery on Monday, my apologies. I hope everyone that has been banded thus far is doing well and best of luck to those going in this week!!
So let me run through my story with you all. I suck at writing in paragraph form, so just bear with me.
I arrived at the hospital at 1030am and was told surgery would be roughly around 12. Luckily, I wasn't made to change into the gown until it got closer to the time. I am not a fan of the gown and booty(both feet and derriere variety) look so I enjoy staying in my clothes as long as possible. Finally around 3pm the anesthesiologist came in and asked a bunch of questions. He was super nice and had quite a sense of humor, which always puts me at ease. Then the nurse anesthesist came in and asked more of the same questions. Then the OR nurse came in, asked more questions and told me I could put on the gown and the doc would be in within 20 minutes or so. The Doc came in and ran through what she'd be doing and how long it would take and went over what to expect afterwards and all that jazz. Then the nurse came in and told me we were ready. So I gave my mom a hug and kiss and off we walked to the OR. I hadn't been nervouse up until this moment. I've been in an OR before and I don't have a real fear of hospitals or anything, but there is just something about walking into that room and hopping up on that table for my own surgery kinda got me. The anesthesiologist was there and was making me laugh and then they were prepping me. The doc walked in and asked if I was ok. I told her that I was a little nervous now that I was all spread eagle for everyone and their grandma on the table. lol. She grabbed my hand and held it while they were starting the IV and such and kept saying such encouraging things to me. The doctor actually held my hand until I went under. I really thought that was sweet...I've had surgery before and I've never had a surgeon who really tried so hard to put me at ease and not rush me. Anyway...the next thing I know, I'm waking up in the Recovery Room. Some nurse is commenting that I'm southern and says that people always refer to him as southern...he was from SOUTHERN MARYLAND. I don't remember much, but I did explain he was not southern at all, Maryland is still a yankee state. lol. Then I hear them chart the time...it was now almost 8:30 at night! This disturbed me cause I went in shortly after 4 and they expected me out by 5:30 or 6pm. The Doc comes over and starts explaining something to me but I'm so out of it, I can't put it all together. She asked if I understood and I said No and told her to make sure to tell my mom.
Apparently once they got in, she repaired the hiatal hernia. I know this is common and was told that it was a possibility before the surgery. But in all honesty, I REALLY thought this wouldn't apply to me. I've never had acid reflux or indigestion or any of the other warning signs (and yes, I realize not EVERYONE has signs...but still). So she was putting a stitch in to repair the hernia and noticed all of the sudden this other portion of my esophagus began to balloon. Turns out that I had an esophageal hematoma. My surgeon had never seen anything like this before (leave it to me, to have something not seen before!). So the thing starts bleeding and they couldn't get it to stop. It finally did, and they continued to observe me for an hour. They injected some sort of dye to ensure that the internal bleeding had stopped.
So this caused some issues for post-op. I've had a DVT in the past so they had started me on Heparin. Now they were going to do blood tests every 3 hours to ensure no more internal bleeding. Meanwhile, if there was it would be made worse by the heparin. But there was no choice but to give me the blood thinner. Luckily all blood tests were good throughout the night.
I was moved to a Step Down Unit for the night. But my heartrate would get so high when I moved, they wouldn't allow me out of bed. Even though, I felt ok in the stomach area and wanted to start walking. In fact, they wouldn't even let me go to the bathroom and offered me a bed pan. I tried the best I could, but the bed pan was not going to work. So I was finally allowed a bathroom trip! Of course they measure evertime you void...my pee was BRIGHT, ELECTRIC GREEN! I asked the nurse if it was normal and told her to look. The shock on her face was priceless. It was NOT normal. I thought I was suddenly radioactive. lol. She called the doctor and that's when the dye was explained. The blue dye that was injected caused my urine to be green. Thank goodness that was all. STILL...5 days post-op, I'm still peeing like some jolly green giant. Also, I should mention that because of the esophagus fiasco I was not allowed ANY liquids....not even ice chips. Because I had to have another esophagram done. So I had been without liquids for something like 38 hours. I was dying for some ice water!
I was allowed to go home that next night, a little later than usual cause of the esophagram and the blood tests.
To be honest the pain in the abdomen/torso wasn't bad at all. Sure it was sore, but I didn't have any real problems getting out of bed or anything. I thought things were just dandy. Then all of the sudden after walking the halls for a bit on Tuesday...I get this major pain in my shoulder. It came on so fast and so severe I was caught off guard. I couldn't move my arm in a way to alleviate the pain. It brought tears to my eyes. Of course, they said it was referred pain from the gas...yadda yadda. It has not gone away! Well, I'm home and again, the stomach pain is fine. Sore when I laugh or cough. But the shoulder pain is still quite severe. I felt like I didn't need the pain meds so I just took some tylenol hoping that would help the shoulder. It didn't. I cannot believe how much it hurts. I have a pretty high pain tolerance (or so I've been told...I broke my ankle and insisted I could walk on it once) and I'm a little discouraged that I don't feel better than I do. Like I said, if it weren't for the shoulder pain, I'd be FANTASTIC! But the shoulder pain overwhelms me.
My question for you guys....How long does the shoulder pain tend to last? I know every body is different. But I've GOT to get some relief soon. I just can't believe everything else feels so good but Ihave this lingering.
The good news...I've not been hungry at all. I even had to ask the nurse if it was normal. I've been focusing on drinking Water to avoid getting dehydrated. And she encouraged me to eat a couple of tablespoons of something other than water...and that would be okay. So I've had some Soup off and on and a couple swigs of Slim Fast. But honestly, I'm just thrilled to be able to have water! lol.
And as for the stitches/scars. I'm pleased with how good they look through the steri-strips. I have very little bruising and the port incision looks so clean...very little bleeding. I had far worse brusing and such when I had my appendix removed laproscopically.
OH! As for that pre-op diet that nearly drove me insane the first week. It was well worth it...I had lost 20 pounds at the time of surgery. I've lost a couple more since then, but I've resisted the urge to weigh myself. Don't want to become too obsessed. lol.
Whew...so that's that. Everyone send their happy thoughts my way that this shoulder pain gets better!! I'm downright miserable.
Hope everyone is doing well!!!