Let me tell you what, I am in pain, I have been taken from the "new normal" to "oh my god, what has happened to me?" I have been in a lot of pain for now over 24 hours, and if it wasn't for the magic of pain meds... I would so be back at UNMC.
I woke up yesterday and was like, "this is going to be a piece of cake". I went into surgery at 9am and when I finished, I had a whole new thought of, "OMG... what the F is going on with me?!??!" I know that as time goes on, I won't be as sore, but the last day has sucked the life right out of me.
Let me start from the beginning... When Lolly and I got to the hospital at 6, we were cracking jokes and making fun of ourselves and those around us. All was normal. We went to "pre-op" and i was given a blanket that reminded me and Lolly of a raft. I mean a real pool raft, it was super entertaining. Phil the nurse said that this blanket would keep me warm and would lessen the chance of infection. As soon as I saw that thing, I laughed. Even Lolly was like, "what the heck? you need a picture of this thingy". So we did (see attachment). I was taken back to surgery at 9am and when I woke up at 11:15 I could feel everything. I guess I wasn't sure how invasive this procedure was going to be. I mean I knew that I was going to be cut open, but OUCH this thing hurts a hell of a lot. When I was taken back to rest, I couldn't get enough pain med. I used to think that my tolerance was high, but I now can admit I am a wimp. (at least i wasn't the guy next to me who was puking in a bucket... I had that in my favor) I was in recovery until at least 1:30 and didn't even want to leave then.
Now we head to Patti's house and I still can't catch a break. I hurt, my back hurts, my gut has been cut open, and when I asked nicely to take out some extra fat, their respose was "nope". Bastards! I just wanted to be at my house, but per doctor orders, I will need to get some help. I am glad they suggested that because I can't even walk without extra help. I am so used to doing things myself, I still struggle with relying on others. I know that this too shall pass, but please hurry! i am not patient enough for Mother Nature or whatever is acutally in charge!!
Now we head to Patti's house and I still can't catch a break. I hurt, my back hurts, my gut has been cut open, and when I asked nicely to take out some extra fat, their respose was "nope". Bastards! I just wanted to be at my house, but per doctor orders, I will need to get some help. I am glad they suggested that because I can't even walk without extra help. I am so used to doing things myself, I still struggle with relying on others. I know that this too shall pass, but please hurry! i am not patient enough for Mother Nature or whatever is acutally in charge!!
I really hope to be back to normal over the weekend. Doctor's think this will take about 6 weeks to "heal". OHHHH.... I forgot to mention this... the Dialysis nurse stopped by yesterday, as I am high, as I am moaning in pain to say the following... "no showering for about 4 weeks. We need this to start healing without getting wet at all" WHAT?!?! How in the hell was that NEVER mentioned to me before? Dicks! So thanks to the amazing staff at 7 Salon, located here in Omaha with so many awards and talented people, I don't even know where to begin!!! ... I will be going to the salon every 3 days to get my hair washed and set. What?? I feel like the Blue Hairs that go every Saturday morning to get their "hair did". Its ok, one less thing I have to do!!
Thanks for letting me vent. Happy Easter weekend!! Hannah, Bailee, and Kim... love you all and hope this weekend goes as well as it can!!
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