Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Body Lift Surgery- Day 5

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Saturday 10th November 2012

Seeing as I didn't sleep at all last night, I honestly don't know when day 4 ended and day 5 began. The events of last night left me in a state of total exhaustion, agitation and pain. I felt so emotionally and physically destroyed that I regretted having the body lift surgery. I felt like I had no control of my mind or body and I just wanted everything to go back to normal. I couldn't eat or drink or even watch TV. I just lay in bed and stared at the ceiling willing myself to get through the day and hoping tomorrow would be better.

I was due to go home today and the hospital discharge could not come quick enough. The nurse warned me in the morning that I may not get to go home because my remaining drain was still releasing a lot of fluid so I nervously waited until 1.30pm when my surgeon came to see me for his decision. He was happy with everything and said I would be fine to go home the next day. WTF??!! He saw the panic and distress in my face and relented and said I could leave today if I wanted to as it wouldn't make a difference.

With perfect timing AJ then walked through the door and I told him to grab my bag and that I could leave. It was a painful ride home and I had quite severe nausea but I was just thrilled to be headed home. I could have cried with pure joy to walk into my little apartment, home sweet home!

Before I could get too excited to be home I had one pesky issue to deal with... constipation. Sorry to bring this up, but I am trying to be 100% honest about my experience. The pain killers had blocked me up quite badly, but my extensive stomach surgery meant that I had no ability to rectify the situation myself (ie. no pushing or straining). I do not normally discuss topics of a digestive nature with AJ but I was desperate and I had to ask for help. I told him I needed him to go to the chemist for me to pick up some 'medicine' and that once he had done it we could never speak of it again. The 'medicine' I needed was an enema. I could tell that AJ found the situation hilarious, but he knew I was beyond mortified, so he managed to be somewhat discreet about the matter. Well, except when he came home and proceeded to pass along the graphic instructions that the pharmacist had given him. I just snatched the box away and said I could read the instructions myself. My humiliation was definitely complete.

Let's just say that the 'medicine' worked within minutes and my problem was solved. I promptly lay down in bed and slept on and off for almost 18 hours. I got up briefly to eat some soup that my sister-in-law had made me and then went back to bed and slept heavier than I have in my entire life.

Me passed out before I could even get under the covers
Day 6 to come...

1 comment:

  1. I can so hear (& see) AJ giving you those detailed instructions!!! Gold. My Mum is a nurse & she's forever complaining about surgeons & their lack of bloody care in relation to the C word (constipation that is!!!).


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