I haven’t written anything in a while now. I have been really busy trying to recover from this damned surgery. These past two weeks have definitely been THE hardest weeks in my life. When I first got the surgery and was waking up I expected pain and stuff, but I also expected painkillers to control it so I would be fairly comfortable. They did give me pain killers but it turns out that narcotics slow down your digestive system, which in my case was just waking up from surgery. So here you have this awesome cycle, I’m in pain so I use the narcotics but that just slows my digestive system down which ultimately will just cause me more pain. So for the first week I had been taking narcotics liberally (mind you at this time I did not know the effects they had on my digestive system at this point). There was a night were we decided to advance my diet to regular food. This was possibly the worst idea in the world. Here is the dinner I got:
Mashed Potatoes and Gravy
Ground Turkey and Gravy
That is all I can remember for sure I just remember that they gave me two meals: my full liquids meal and my general diet meal, then they gave me an extra plate of mashed potatoes. So as a starved boy on hunger inducing prednisone, I ate all the solid food and I may have drank most of the fluids. Bad Idea…..
This caused me to throw up several times later that night and they eventually had to put a tube down my throat to pump out my stomach. Having a tube down your throat is the most uncomfortable thing in the entire world. I would gladly trade an enema a day for a tube down my throat.
Anyways, after a day they got the tube out and I was so relieved, but after that I was so cautious about not eating too much and puking again. I had trouble sipping clear liquids and couldn’t stomach a whole lot. When Christmas rolled around the Hospital kind of kicked me out ><. I felt like going home and all but I wasn’t 100% convinced I was ready to go. I guess that explains the next couple days. When I got home I felt great! I was home, I could walk around my house, I was with my family. But that night I felt really sick and ended up throwing up some. We thought that maybe it was the Oxycodin that was making me nauseous, so we stopped that and started Advil/Ibuprofen (which didn’t really do a great job with the pain). So I toughed it out Monday, and Tuesday we went to see the Surgeon, Dr. Frankhouse. He said it would be a good idea to re-admit me to the hospital and get some IV fluids going. That’s what we ended up doing and I was in the hospital for a week. It was kind of rough, I was drinking and eating my full liquids slow, I got dehydrated at one point when they took me off the IV. It was really hard for me to drink enough fluids.
My last couple of days in the hospital were probably the best. My mom spent two nights with me there. We played games, watched movies and TV. She was really a great comfort to me right when I needed it. I love my mom. She is the best mom in the world.
It took a while but I think I’m to the point where I can drink enough water and Gatorade throughout the day to keep me hydrated. The real test now is getting enough nutrition. I still have trouble with full liquids, I need to drink them slower and they fill me up faster. I can eat saltine crackers fine but I think I would have a little trouble with full on food.
So here I am, out of the hospital, weighing 120 lbs, just trying to get back to my life. It’s been a struggle, and I think it’ll still be a little bit of a struggle for the next couple weeks. I may not feel completely normal until the end of January, that would suck. Once I’m there though, I can’t wait to eat normal food…..
I can handle this bag, that’s a minor inconvenience compared to the eating and drinking part right now.