It's very early Sunday morning. I came home Saturday morning. Surprisingly, I feel really good! It's hard to get out of bed since our bed is pretty low to the floor.
Thursday I had to be at the hospital at 7:15. Things moved pretty quickly and I was prepped for surgery in about an hour. Around 8:30 I said bye to Bill and was wheeled away to the OR. The nurses made small chat with me for a few minutes while they got things ready and then the nurse anesthetist was ready. I was asleep within two minutes of her saying she was going to give me something to help me relax.
I'm told they woke me up at the end of surgery to remove my breathing tube but I don't remember that at all. I'm also told I had the dry heaves in the elevator on the way up to my room. Again I don't remember a thing. Funny enough, the first thing I remember is waking up cursing because the pain in my right side was so bad. I did that a lot between 12:00-4:00. I'd wake up cursing, telling the nurse I was going to throw up (only to just have gas) and just saying how much it hurt! I wasn't really with it, but I do remember thinking what the eff did I just do!?!
Around 4:00-5:00, I finally woke up. Bill was sitting next to me and the nurse got me out of bed and into a chair so I could get moving. This helped release the gas they put in me during the surgery. I had a lot of shoulder pain from the gas as well. The rest of the night I took a walk in the hall two times and rested in bed.
Friday Bill came into the hospital to see me around 9:00. I was feeling pretty good. We walked the halls a couple of times. The main source of my pain is a 2" incision on my right side. This is where they inserted the instruments and where they took my stomach out. So it makes sense that it is more sore than the other incisions.
The doctor came in around 2:00 that day asking how I was feeling. He asked if I was ready to go home, etc. I said though I was feeling good, I think I'd rather stay for another day. The logistics of having someone there if I need them, getting in and out of bed was easy and overall just being more comfortable with being at the hospital the 1-2 days after surgery.
The rest of Friday went similar to the beginning half. I walked the halls more and just rested. If you've ever been hospitalized, you know it is next to impossible to actually rest in the hospital. I woke up around 5:00 Saturday morning and did a lap around the whole floor. It felt good to be moving. I got in the shower which felt great.
Around 7:00 the doctor came in to check on me and said I could be discharged. Bill came to get me and take me home. He brought a pillow with him to make the ride more comfortable. Since being home, I've been up and down the stairs twice which is relatively easy. Getting out of bed is the hardest challenge. It takes ab muscles which are very sore right now.
I ask you for continued prayers! But I think the worst is over. Here we go!
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