It has been 10 nights going on 11 days and I still have not been able to go home.
The DR was supposed to release me Monday morning sometime. He wrote my release papers
The DR was supposed to release me Monday morning sometime. He wrote my release papers
where they said patient will be going home with (medical word for feeding tube.) But he forgot to write the orders for the feeding tube. So they could not send me home. Which turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Monday was a good day. I was not sick at all and I honestly thought that I was getting better. I was nervous about going home and possibly getting sick again. Anyway, Monday night was not as nice. I started to get sick again and was in extreme pain. This was new to me as I hadn't been in pain before. I was just extremely sick. So the pain took me by complete surprise. When I explained it to my nurse she was surprised too. I tried to walk around to see if it was just gas, but that didn't seem to help anything.
Finally about 5 AM Tuesday I fell asleep for a little bit. The DR ordered an ultrasound to see what was causing the pain. The tech came up to see me which was nice. Although I wasn't overly thrilled at being woken up at 7 AM. When the tech left I was able to fall asleep again. It wasn't as peacefull. I would wake up on and off. I remember my mom arriving and sitting here for awhile. I also remember her saying she was going to get some lunch and be back shortly. The next time I woke up was when my nurse came in, probably around 1 PM, he told me he had some consent paperwork to sign before surgery. I was instantly awake and like wait what!!!!!!..... My brain was so shocked and I remember my mom saying she would be back shortly after all she had just gone to get lunch. I started crying, called my mom and I told her they wanted to take me back and do surgery within the next 15 mins. She told me to make them wait to take me down.
I called Brandon and told him I was going in for surgery, but when I started to look at the consent forms it was for a different patient. I was like well maybe they are mistaken then and its not me they want to do surgery on. Right as I finished that sentence the surgical nurse came in to take me down to pre-op. I told her she had to wait for my mom. Here I am 27, tears in my eyes, telling the nurse I want my mommy. I was so thrown by this surgery thing. I told her that my floor nurse gave me the wrong paperwork. So they had to redo the consent forms. Also my floor nurse told me they were just going to go in and look around at my gallbladder to see if that was the cause of my troubles. The surgical nurse kept telling me they were going in to remove my gallbladder. I was so confused and upset that when my mom showed up they let her go down to pre-op with me.
The surgical nurse also told my floor nurse to start an IV on me. My floor nurse wasn't able to do it so they called some other person in. He went for the veins in my arm (where the elbow creases) This vein imparticular had been poked 5 times prior and blown out 5 time prior. It looks like someone put it through the meat grinder. I tell this guy that he isn't going to be able to get anything, but I don't know any better and he tried anyway. Of course he had to do a little fishing in the vein to try and get anything out of it. Hurt like a son of a gun. He then tries to retract blood from it, but low and behold there was no blood coming from it. He then tried to flush it and it burned like a mother too. I was just like you have got to be kidding when he left it in taped it and said it was good to go. First thing I did when I saw the anesthesiologist was tell him my IV was very ify and he may want to redo it. He then tried to flush it and got a nice big bubble of water just above the vein. Again the dang floor nurse blew out the vein. The anesthesiologist was able to find a different one. He told me that if I hadn't let him know he would have noticed half way through drugging me that it wasn't working properly and could have caused major issues with me not being out and feeling the surgery. I wasn't very happy with the stupid floor nurses after that.
Monday was a good day. I was not sick at all and I honestly thought that I was getting better. I was nervous about going home and possibly getting sick again. Anyway, Monday night was not as nice. I started to get sick again and was in extreme pain. This was new to me as I hadn't been in pain before. I was just extremely sick. So the pain took me by complete surprise. When I explained it to my nurse she was surprised too. I tried to walk around to see if it was just gas, but that didn't seem to help anything.
Finally about 5 AM Tuesday I fell asleep for a little bit. The DR ordered an ultrasound to see what was causing the pain. The tech came up to see me which was nice. Although I wasn't overly thrilled at being woken up at 7 AM. When the tech left I was able to fall asleep again. It wasn't as peacefull. I would wake up on and off. I remember my mom arriving and sitting here for awhile. I also remember her saying she was going to get some lunch and be back shortly. The next time I woke up was when my nurse came in, probably around 1 PM, he told me he had some consent paperwork to sign before surgery. I was instantly awake and like wait what!!!!!!..... My brain was so shocked and I remember my mom saying she would be back shortly after all she had just gone to get lunch. I started crying, called my mom and I told her they wanted to take me back and do surgery within the next 15 mins. She told me to make them wait to take me down.
I called Brandon and told him I was going in for surgery, but when I started to look at the consent forms it was for a different patient. I was like well maybe they are mistaken then and its not me they want to do surgery on. Right as I finished that sentence the surgical nurse came in to take me down to pre-op. I told her she had to wait for my mom. Here I am 27, tears in my eyes, telling the nurse I want my mommy. I was so thrown by this surgery thing. I told her that my floor nurse gave me the wrong paperwork. So they had to redo the consent forms. Also my floor nurse told me they were just going to go in and look around at my gallbladder to see if that was the cause of my troubles. The surgical nurse kept telling me they were going in to remove my gallbladder. I was so confused and upset that when my mom showed up they let her go down to pre-op with me.
The surgical nurse also told my floor nurse to start an IV on me. My floor nurse wasn't able to do it so they called some other person in. He went for the veins in my arm (where the elbow creases) This vein imparticular had been poked 5 times prior and blown out 5 time prior. It looks like someone put it through the meat grinder. I tell this guy that he isn't going to be able to get anything, but I don't know any better and he tried anyway. Of course he had to do a little fishing in the vein to try and get anything out of it. Hurt like a son of a gun. He then tries to retract blood from it, but low and behold there was no blood coming from it. He then tried to flush it and it burned like a mother too. I was just like you have got to be kidding when he left it in taped it and said it was good to go. First thing I did when I saw the anesthesiologist was tell him my IV was very ify and he may want to redo it. He then tried to flush it and got a nice big bubble of water just above the vein. Again the dang floor nurse blew out the vein. The anesthesiologist was able to find a different one. He told me that if I hadn't let him know he would have noticed half way through drugging me that it wasn't working properly and could have caused major issues with me not being out and feeling the surgery. I wasn't very happy with the stupid floor nurses after that.
This is my poor arm right before they took the last IV out of it
Anyway, the DR went in found that my gallbladder was in very bad shape and needed to be removed. After 2 hours in surgery some time in recovery I was back in my room getting pain killers and feeling pretty good for the first time in awhile. I thought it kind of ironic that I was happier after surgery than for weeks prior. The DR is hoping that this takes care of the nausea and pain and I can eventually start eating regularly. Hopefully this is the end of the sickness and the beginning of my recovery. The DR is supposedly sending me home tomorrow morning sometime. I am ready to get out of here. Also I believe this means feeding tube for 1 more week not 2..... Here's to hoping. Oh yeah the lab techs now have to get blood out of my feet. There are officially no more veins in my hands and arms that will give them enough blood for their tests. I look like a druggie. I am just relieved that this mess seems like it is finally, finally, finally coming to an end and the sun is starting to come shine.
Me in my little gown with my feeding tube.. Looking lovely as ever ;)
Your surgery is like what happens after you puke your guts up. No one ever wants to puke (or in your case go thru surgery) but once its over you feel a million times better. I am glad things are looking up!! You poor dear.
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