It was supposed to be day surgery but I packed a bag in case.
Juffin would say that I'm a pessimist but I'm actually a realist. I've been to hospital many times before.
My hernia was much larger than they thought, no shock to me. I was under for several hours and spent the afternoon feeling pretty fucking miserable in the planned procedure unit... which is not meant for overnight stay but apparently there were no beds. I had two drains because of the hole left behind after they stuffed my bowel and small intestine back where it was supposed to be.
I stayed there for two days.
At this point I would like to make an observation, please be nice to nurses. They're not arseholes sent to fuck with you, they're just doing their damn job and trying to look after you. Don't be a dick.
I had sporadic phone reception, one book that I'd finished and no TV. I was literally starting at the walls. Juffin was busy kid wrangling and because I couldn't really reach anyone, and had no idea how long I would be there, I didn't reach out for entertainment. It was the longest two days of my life.
Upon my return home, I realised how much fun it is recovering from major surgery with two children who constantly want to be on you and pull the tube that is still hanging out of your guts.
Yes. I had to go home with a drain.
The following week I start to feel shady as shit.
I spend Tuesday night in a fever soaked delirium whilst also trying to deal with my teething 15 month old. Life is good..
On Wednesday, the day my Mum arrives, 9 days after operation, the acute care Nurse who's been visiting me at home, tells me that I look like crap and if my temperature doesn't decrease I should go to the hospital. After midday Juffin tells me it's time after taking my temperature and it's somewhere in the high 37's. I text Mum and tell her we're going to Emergency and throw a book, nightie and undies in my bag. Lucky.
In triage my temperature is 38.9.
Time to invest in a new thermometer.
I spend a few hours in ED, then the Short Stay Unit where I go to have a CT scan, then onto SCDU which means something like surgical criticial decisions unit or some such rubbish. They're not sure if they need to open me back up see....
I'm taken up there pretty late, around 10ish or something, and the old dude they park me next to gets all ornery and keeps yelling out 'NURSE! KEEP IT DOWN'. Oh the irony. He snores and wakes up frequently asking for coffee/orange juice/sandwiches at regular intervals. He's an arsehole. If I hadn't been feeling so crap, I would have told him to keep it fucking down.
I spend another night in feverish delirium with Doctor's coming to see me as my temperatures spikes again up near the 39 mark. I have cold sweats and then shiver uncontrollably. It's pretty rubbish.
The next day I see my lovely surgeon again who asks me what the hell is going on, I joke and tell him he should have done his job properly so I don't have to be there again. He puts me on hella IV antibiotics and I get the good drugs and am told I don't need to have more surgery, just need to rest, rehydrate and kill all the bad bugs.
I spend the rest of my time up on Surgical Ward One, in, get this, MY OWN FUCKING ROOM. I was stoked. The SCDU nurses said it was because I'm such a good patient, but I think it's because that's all they had, see?! Realist.
I go home five days later, with the drain still in, yes, I hate that fucking drain. My Mum is here, Juffin is best fiance/baby daddy ever, and my friends and work colleagues have sent flowers, food, chocolate...
Fast forward to today and I'm feeling beyond defeated.
I had my drain out 12 days ago and was feeling pretty good.
Now I'm not. I went to my GP this morning as my guts has swollen up again and is tender AF, my legs are aching, I feel fatigued, dizzy spells, I'm not sleeping well and get up 4 times a night... things have gone downhill, again. GP recommended another 2 weeks off work and more rest but here's the kicker, Juffin got a job! Yes! And we're so fricking excited and proud of him but he starts next week and I can't look after the kids on my own and my MIL is away. I'm working on shuffling things around but he'll have to drop the kids off at daycare at 6.15 as he has to be at work by 7.
I need to get better. I'm sick of feeling like crap. I'm over Juffin having to do everything while I roll around looking on and feeling helpless. I feel like a useless turd. This was supposed to be a day procedure and here I am a month later still feeling like absolute shit. If I watch any more Netflix I will turn into the Cable Guy.
Look I know I need to put things in perspective and I know that I need to stop feeling so sorry for myself but I'm currently spending most of my time on the couch watching Mad Men or in bed watching Mad Men and I could really do with some good healthy, healing vibes at the moment.
And Canadian Club.
Ok, maybe not the cigarettes but yes to the Canadian Club.
|Leaving hospital for the second time...|