Never Trust a Fart...

Apr 30, 2010

I had my revision from lap band to rny on Tuesday morning 4/27. I felt pretty crappy for the first 48 but every day gets better.  The surgeon said my port had traveled to my liver which made it a little more time consuming but he still finished ahead of schedule.  Everything looks good, according to him and his associates!  The Cleveland Clinic was great.  The nursing staff was amazing and took very good care of me.  I came home yesterday evening 4/30, around 7pm. I have five wounds from the acutal surgery and two for the JP drains.  I was sent home with the drains.  My two year old son asked why I have juice on my tum tum.  (They look like small bottles of tropical punch!)  I empty them every few hours and collect data on them.

Lesson #1 came yesterday.... Never trust a fart.  Oh my gosh, how embarassing!  I awoke at 7am in my hospital bed and I had to go to the bathroom.  They had the leg compressors on my lower calves and I was restrained to the bed.  I hit the call button for assistance but thought I could at least relieve a little pressure by releasing some gas.  I was so wrong.  By the time the nurse got to me, I had kicked the compressors off and was cleaning up in the bathroom. I struggled to get myself clean but managed.  The nurse stripped the bed and assured me it happens more than once a week and it's not unusual. I sat in the chair and waited on my broth and jello in pain from the clean up and fighting to keep the tears at bay with some "laugh and the world laughs with you" mantra.

So far, the pain has been tolerable.  It feels like someone punched me in the gut 1000 times.  When I twist or otherwise use my abdomen, it feels like someone is stabbing me in a few places.  It is getting better, though.  So, now I've gotta have a shake and do some homework...
More later.
Lea

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