It’s been 4 days since the gallbladder operation and, it seemed to me that, everything was going well. The places on my … (what’s the word for the whole bit from beneath your boobs to under that roll of fat called?), where the bandages have been placed, haven’t been hurting.
The Hospital Stay
I woke up from the operation with a really dry mouth and a massive headache. The nurses kept trying to give me panadol – who are they kidding! Panadeine Extra and Panadeine Forte have trouble dealing with my headaches. So, I had to fight with them each time for something stronger. I had even brought my own pain relief in (with a letter from my GP).
This may be too much information for some but, there was a lot of phantom wee-ing (I felt like I had to go to the toilet to urinate all the time despite nothing coming out).
I had a drain in one of the sites, which hurt while it was in and hurt more while it was being taken out – it literally took my breath away: I felt like the nurse was pulling my heart out through that little hole!
But after that, I was fine to get out of hospital and go home (and handle my own pain relief!)
The only pain that I really had (and I think it diminished any FM pain because of its intensity) was in my lower abdomen. Supposedly it’s gas and air from the operation PLUS 4 days of being unable to produce a bowel movement (even with Lactulose and Movicol). So I was dying for that to happen so all the pain would disappear.
Guess what? Today I had a poo. Yippee, I thought, except it felt like it was ripping my insides out. Then I was stuck in the toilet because I couldn’t turn my body to wipe myself (remember I did just have an operation!) I’m standing there, moving to the left, to the right, leaning over the toilet bowl, toilet paper in my right hand, in my left hand – all in an attempt to reach my bum (yes, you’re allowed to laugh!) And, after all of that, the pain in my abdomen has not diminished – in fact, it feels so much worse.
Back to the couch to pay my gas bill, as I watch my credit card creep ever closer to its limit; when, all of a sudden, there’s a huge crash in my bedroom. I get myself off the couch to see what happened – and I can’t even get into my room because my shoe shelf-thingy (that is supposed to be able to hold 30 pairs of shoes but only had about 15) has collapsed. There are shoes and shelf parts all over the floor and crashed against my bed and the wall; and I can’t do anything about it because bending to pick it all up makes me dizzy and hurt.
Don’t worry, I’ll feel better later.