I am back everybody!
My surgery was on Monday and I was released to go home on Thursday and since then I caught up on stuff that piled up in my time away. But you are not here to listen to my boring pile of emails and such. So let me tell you how it went! This post may become a little longer with some pictures.
Monday morning at about 4 am I got up to get myself ready, 5:30 me and my boyfriend left the house and went on our 1.5-hour drive by bus to the clinic where we arrived ahead of time. I was checked in and had a lovely room, which was more like a hotel but a hospital room, to be honest. Single bed, massive TV, free Wi-fi, free landline, my own bathroom with a shower and everything. The view from my window was green and lovely and the nurses were super nice.
After waiting for a bit more than two hours they wanted me to change into the hospital gown (which was way too small so I only had it thrown over like a blanket) and get into the bed. At like 9:30 they came to get me to the prep area. My boyfriend stayed in my room, he hadn’t slept the night so I was sure he wanted to doze a little. In the prep area I was pricked and prodded with needles to find a good spot for my injection needles and such and then I waited.
Let me tell you lying around for 20 minutes all alone is not good right before major surgery. I was so bloody scared that I cried. I know that most people come out of this well but there is always a risk and my mind went crazy with ‘what ifs’. I am not very religious, I have my beliefs but I’m not a prayer. Oh boy, did I pray at that moment to whoever might hear me that I would get through this okay. This fear had been why it had taken me so long to even get to this point and thinking that they already had given me something to calm my nerves I don’t want to know how strong it would have been without that.
Around 10 they wheeled me in and I scooted on the very well cushioned operating table to get a comfortable position. The weird feeling of being strapped down in an eagle spread position gave me a quick chuckle of the operating room being a bondage chamber. An oxygen mask was put on my face and I was told to take deep breaths and only moments later I was gone.
As you can see by the overwhelming proof of me writing this post, I didn’t die. Yay me! Or I am a ghost, but I think I just am still alive. 😉
The first thing I remember is that something was pressed on my face and I panicked trying to get it off. But they told me it’s oxygen and that I need to take deep breaths and only shortly after it was better. I remember the pain and got something against that. The wake-up room was an in and out of consciousness for half an hour and another half hour I was back in my room with my boyfriend. Alltogether I had been gone for four hours, not too shabby.
Since then things had gotten better and better. That bit of pain was gone and I didn’t have any other than my throat, which was gone after a day and some lovely tea. The gas pain I expected was more like a burp stuck in my chest, a bit of tapping and it comes out. My incisions didn’t hurt at all, still, don’t. I believe the worst pain I had in this whole thing was from the hospital bed being too hard.
I could stand up only hours after surgery and get into my own nightgown and such. I could go outside and walk on day two. And I loved going out there. The hospital park is beautiful.
I went out there a couple of times, enjoying the lovely weather and fresh air. Just being cooped up in my room was boring anyway. I am so used to multitask, working on writing or other stuff while watching a movie that only watching a movie felt strange.
The first food I had on Tuesday. I tell you, clear broth has never tasted so heavenly. My first breakfast was a yogurt which was superb too. But to my utter surprise, I have not been hungry since surgery. I went into it halfway starving and then it was just gone and has not returned yet.
It is one thing to know that your hunger will be gone when you read about it, another when you feel it. After almost 40 years of being almost always hungry, this is such a surreal feeling. So right now I am putting up reminders for myself to remember to eat, which is a whole new thing.
So Thursday morning I was discharged and have been home since then. After reading about the surgery and everything that can happen for about 20 years, I am completely blown away by how smooth it went. I had no complications at all, I had no pain other than the initial one, I had no issues, the gas pain was and still is slight pressure on my chest.
Right now I am not on my diabetes meds anymore, but checking at least daily to make sure my levels won’t go up. My blood pressure and heartrate have been much better already and I actually lost 1°C in body temperature.
I am well aware that challenges are ahead, the hardships will come and I might as well still face issues but right now I feel pretty darn good. So yes, the horror stories might come true, but they don’t necessarily have to.
So welcome to myself on the other side of surgery in my new life that will be full of first ones. I got this!