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October 15, 2006
Update on Me
So, here I am, pretty much confined to the couch. K2 is great... he is cooking and cleaning and entertaining the kids. Even the rugrats are helping out, asking me if I need anything. That's the end of nice things I have to say- (and if you are squemish, please, surf on to your next favorite blog site).
What I need is an uninterrupted night of sleep. A dusk til dawn period of time without having to get up an empty the fucking foley bag every 4 hours. Yes, that's right... as parting gift from the hospital, I got a catheter to wear home. Until Wednesday morning, I get the joy-joy chore of emptying the bag of piss strapped to my leg. Nasty? Yes. Beyond that- it is terribly uncomfortable. Feels like I have to piss 24/7, and wow, does it make showers loads of fun!
On the up side, I have a shit load of pills to deal with the various bits of after care. Percocet for pain, Motrin from swelling, anti-biotics to avoid that wonderful world of infection... I even got a box of fancy opium based suppositories so I don't rip my ass apart when I have to fart or shit. Ever see a woman post-op try to get a little medicine bullet inserted in the most uncomfy of places?
There is also that sensation called by the hyster sisters "swelly belly". The fucking understatement of the century. By the end of the day I am ready to be tied to ropes and floated down the parade route in front of Macy's on Thanksgiving day. It doesn't hurt, but now I can say I know what it feels like to be a weeble- wobbling, but not falling down.
I am not sorry I did it, and after Wednesday, I am sure I will be a million times better... but seriously... this is the little shit that I didn't expect. The kind of crap that one can't really be prepared for, even if warned in advance by that long list of "possible complications" your doctor gives you. I'll check in later- for now it is back to the couch and the never ending disgust with our lack of television programming... at least until the medicine kicks in, and I pass out for a few hours in a blissful fog of happy pills.
Posted by TheFreud at October 15, 2006 12:37 PM
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Umm..getting a visual of tne parade float..ut we had done that before and had a great laugh!!
Been there, did that...it does go with the territory but the worst is over..just don't get addicted to the pills or the opium..no matter where you PUT them to take them...
Love you lots..
Mom
Posted by: Mom at October 15, 2006 4:35 PM
I understand, I had orthoscopic surgery on my abdomen (gall bladder) a few years ago, and they pump your abdomen all full of air so that they have more room to maneuver around in. And then they want you to walk, walk, walk until your body absorbs it and farts it all out. it sucks. You definitely have my sympathy. But you'll be feeling better soon, I'm sure.
Posted by: trouble at October 16, 2006 3:40 PM
All I can say is don't mix up the pills and what goes where... ROFLMAO
Love, Dad
Posted by: Dad at October 17, 2006 8:21 PM
Wow...you've been through a lot.
I am really surprised (and pretty impressed) that you can still blog while going through that recovery.
Please don't flame me on this - I'm being serious when I say that I'm impressed. You went through some pretty intense surgery and the fact that you're able to express yourself so well is pretty cool.
I hope your recovery has gotten better since you first wrote this post. I'm envious of the Percocet, but not the suppositories. I don't think I'd ever want to get high that way.
Posted by: sudiegirl at October 26, 2006 8:12 PM
