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The Aftermath

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Hello everyone, I hope everything is going good for ya’ll!  For me, I’m hanging in there.  In this post I’m going to share with you what I remember the days after surgery.  There are a lot of firsts that happened this time around!

After the surgery (small bowel resection and scar tissue removal) I woke up with a NG (Nasogastric) tube coming out my nose. I’ve never had one of these before but I have certainly heard about it from a support group that I’ve attended.  I thought this was funny looking because it was taped to my nose so I had to snap a few pictures with it!  Well, I’ll tell you something, it definitely wasn’t funny coming out!  The tube extended from my nose to the inside of my stomach and it felt like it covered the whole inside of my throat and nasal cavity when it came out!

From here on out, I have to rely on partial hearsay due to the condition I was soon to be in.  So, somewhere down the line, I developed pneumonia in both lungs.  I had also developed a high fever so they thought I may have the Corona virus!  I was in the ICU when all of the sudden the doctors and nurses fully geared up for the Corona virus and tested me.  I tested negative.  As the days went by, I was placed in and out of the ICU several times.  The surgeon gave my husband the choice of putting me on the ventilator before it became an emergency or wait until it became an emergency.  Of course, my husband chose to put me on it then.

While I was on the ventilator, they had me totally sedated and tied down.  Unfortunately, I tried to pull the ventilator out so they had to put big mittens on me and tie them down to the bed.  I couldn’t even scratch my nose when needed!  There were a couple of times I actually vomited in the ventilator also.  Of course, no one would be around when I vomited, so I would have to lie there until someone came in to check on me and clean me up.

You know, when I was under sedation, I had some very weird, dark and twisted thoughts that I could have sworn I heard and were true but were not.  Just like I was living it.  Some of these were:

  • My aunt, grandma and dad were literally throwing money at the surgeon so that he would perform surgery on me.
  • Mark (my husband) decided to cremate me alive.
  • Mark and I decided to go to a voodoo doctor to heal me, however, it didn’t work.
  • Mark and my best friend, Luann dropped me off at a hospital in Louisville, KY for surgery but they didn’t stay.
  • While I was in the hospital, the doctors and nurses mistreated me so I called Bella to get me out and her and a friend busted me out of the hospital.
  • Mark put the house up for sale.

I don’t know where in the world those dreams and thoughts came from but I did not like being sedated at all.  It was terrible.  There was one instance where I knew I was in my right mind..there was a nurse, (or could it have been an angel?) who would come in my room and wipe my face with a warm, wet cloth and pray over me.  It was so calming.

To my knowledge, this is what I had endured after my surgery.  I believe the surgery itself was a piece of cake compared to what I had experienced afterwards.  Remember to take one day at a time and keep moving forward.  We are all in this crazy world together!

Chow for now!

 

Well..I’m back again but different

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Hello everyone!  I hope everything is going well your way!  I am sorry I haven’t been around lately until now, however, there was a time where my life had nothing new going on so I just placed myself in hiatus.  Now that I have had another surgery, I am back to having a lot to talk about and boy is it different from the last!

I decided to have another bowel surgery because I started having a “bloated” feeling.  It seemed that every time I didn’t chew well or I ate too fast I would get bloated and feel like I just ate a four course meal. I would go out with friends and end up not eating or drinking with anyone because I literally couldn’t fit anything down me.  I was losing a little weight because I could only eat a little at a time and I was constantly running a low-grade fever.

After delaying it for as long as I could, I finally called my surgeon and set a date for the surgery.  The date was August 3rd, 2020.  The surgeon told me that he was going to take out the dialated part of my small intestine then clean up the scar tissue (if any) as well.  A few days later I received a letter in the mail from my health insurance company informing me that they have approved 2 days for recovery in the hospital.  I thought to myself that it’s going to be longer than that, knowing me and boy was I right!

Please read my next post to find out how the surgery and recovery went.  It’s something worth reading, trust me.  Also, just remember to take each day as it comes.  We’re in this together!

 

Chow for now!