And not the good kind. I went in on Thursday morning for my hernia repair. I was out like a light before I even got to the operating room.
The next thing I remembered was the surgery nurse telling me "You're staying overnight." One night turned into three. They let me go home Sunday afternoon. The reason for the long stay: the hernia had doubled in size. It was the size of a salad plate. No wonder the surgery took longer than expected. I was kept as long as I was for pain management and observation. The pain has been pretty bad. At least the scars will be smaller this time. No problems with laparoscopic surgery. I was also allowed to eat a normal diet, though I was never hungry.
Checking in, with "Nurse" Ezri. Flowers from the family.
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First meal- melted vanilla ice cream. That sucked. First actual dinner was the next night- a cheese pizza that was actually good.
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There was some miscommunication about where I was being taken to after surgery, so I woke up alone. That really sucked. Not my family's fault. I'm glad they were there some of the time, even though I was asleep most of the first two days. Despite the pain, I was able to walk down the long hallway the night of the surgery.
I could have gone home Saturday night, but I was really in too much pain. They wanted to make sure I was eating and walking.
So I'm home, still in awful pain, not much of an appetite, and very tired. But I make myself walk a few minutes every time I'm awake. Hopefully, I'll bounce back before my follow-up with the surgeon in two weeks.
The cat was happy to see me.
The next thing I remembered was the surgery nurse telling me "You're staying overnight." One night turned into three. They let me go home Sunday afternoon. The reason for the long stay: the hernia had doubled in size. It was the size of a salad plate. No wonder the surgery took longer than expected. I was kept as long as I was for pain management and observation. The pain has been pretty bad. At least the scars will be smaller this time. No problems with laparoscopic surgery. I was also allowed to eat a normal diet, though I was never hungry.
Checking in, with "Nurse" Ezri. Flowers from the family.
First meal- melted vanilla ice cream. That sucked. First actual dinner was the next night- a cheese pizza that was actually good.
There was some miscommunication about where I was being taken to after surgery, so I woke up alone. That really sucked. Not my family's fault. I'm glad they were there some of the time, even though I was asleep most of the first two days. Despite the pain, I was able to walk down the long hallway the night of the surgery.
I could have gone home Saturday night, but I was really in too much pain. They wanted to make sure I was eating and walking.
So I'm home, still in awful pain, not much of an appetite, and very tired. But I make myself walk a few minutes every time I'm awake. Hopefully, I'll bounce back before my follow-up with the surgeon in two weeks.
The cat was happy to see me.