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My surgery went well. Francis is dead. Said the thing was as big as my uterus.
Was in the hospital for 3 looooong days.
While in the hospital I had to deal with some nurses from hell. I never had any problems when I was in during my c-section. But, this time...was different. It felt like everything they were doing was to make me miserable! For one, they took my catheter (gross, but I was actually glad I had it) out the 2nd day. BUT, they kept my IV in & kept pumping me full of fluids. I KNOW I heard Dr. Parker say that I could have it taken out when I had the cath taken out. Anyway, I had to get up (this is NOT an exaggeration) every 20 minutes to pee. When your guts have just been cut & fondled & you have staples across most of your abdomen, this is not a good time. In fact, it hurts like bloody hell. I broke down & cried a few times because it was hurting so bad. Very unlike me. I have to say I'm quite the trooper most of the time.
Anyway, then the nurses wouldn't dump the pan that sits on the toilet that measures your pee. Gross I know, but when you piss like a horse every 20 minutes, the thing tends to fill up fast. I emptied on my own FOUR TIMES.
Sooooo much happened that I don't even have the energy to type about.
I'm just glad I'm home. No lifting for 4 weeks. No vacuuming or mopping, no lifting Josiah, no laundry. No driving for two weeks. This may seem like a good deal, but I assure you it's NOT. I want things done when I want them done & I don't depend on anyone. I hate waiting on someone to do something that I want done. There's no better way to solve this problem than to do it yourself. BUT. I have to mind the doctor. I have too much at risk for not obeying the restrictions. It just sucks in a bad way. Josiah is handling it FAIR that I can't lift him. I carry around a little step stool so he can come reach everything better. That's working well, except when he's upset & wants me to lift him.
We've been hanging out at my parents house during the day so they can help me. Yesterday was probably the worst day I've had pain wise. It hurt to sit, stand, lie down, cough you name it. Today was a tad better. I had Gary "help" me give Josiah a bath earlier & that really made me hurt.
I go in Monday to get my staples out! WOOO! I'm really worried because Aunt Flo is knocking on the door & is giving me hell already. Not good seeing that my uterus was just raped & cut open. I'm hoping I have enough pain meds to get me through it. Ya'll know how I DESPISE taking medicine, so it has to be bad if I'm hoping I have enough medicine! =p
Anyway. It's all good. I just hope 4 weeks fly by.
Wonder how many drunken frat boys with plastic leprechaun hats are sitting in the drunk tank puking green beer right now?? I remember when I was a student at OU seeing drunken frat boys with those stupid plastic hats on staggering through campus at like 11:00am. So lame.
Was in the hospital for 3 looooong days.
While in the hospital I had to deal with some nurses from hell. I never had any problems when I was in during my c-section. But, this time...was different. It felt like everything they were doing was to make me miserable! For one, they took my catheter (gross, but I was actually glad I had it) out the 2nd day. BUT, they kept my IV in & kept pumping me full of fluids. I KNOW I heard Dr. Parker say that I could have it taken out when I had the cath taken out. Anyway, I had to get up (this is NOT an exaggeration) every 20 minutes to pee. When your guts have just been cut & fondled & you have staples across most of your abdomen, this is not a good time. In fact, it hurts like bloody hell. I broke down & cried a few times because it was hurting so bad. Very unlike me. I have to say I'm quite the trooper most of the time.
Anyway, then the nurses wouldn't dump the pan that sits on the toilet that measures your pee. Gross I know, but when you piss like a horse every 20 minutes, the thing tends to fill up fast. I emptied on my own FOUR TIMES.
Sooooo much happened that I don't even have the energy to type about.
I'm just glad I'm home. No lifting for 4 weeks. No vacuuming or mopping, no lifting Josiah, no laundry. No driving for two weeks. This may seem like a good deal, but I assure you it's NOT. I want things done when I want them done & I don't depend on anyone. I hate waiting on someone to do something that I want done. There's no better way to solve this problem than to do it yourself. BUT. I have to mind the doctor. I have too much at risk for not obeying the restrictions. It just sucks in a bad way. Josiah is handling it FAIR that I can't lift him. I carry around a little step stool so he can come reach everything better. That's working well, except when he's upset & wants me to lift him.
We've been hanging out at my parents house during the day so they can help me. Yesterday was probably the worst day I've had pain wise. It hurt to sit, stand, lie down, cough you name it. Today was a tad better. I had Gary "help" me give Josiah a bath earlier & that really made me hurt.
I go in Monday to get my staples out! WOOO! I'm really worried because Aunt Flo is knocking on the door & is giving me hell already. Not good seeing that my uterus was just raped & cut open. I'm hoping I have enough pain meds to get me through it. Ya'll know how I DESPISE taking medicine, so it has to be bad if I'm hoping I have enough medicine! =p
Anyway. It's all good. I just hope 4 weeks fly by.
Wonder how many drunken frat boys with plastic leprechaun hats are sitting in the drunk tank puking green beer right now?? I remember when I was a student at OU seeing drunken frat boys with those stupid plastic hats on staggering through campus at like 11:00am. So lame.