I am finding that this time recovery in the first few days of laposcopy surgery has taken its toll. Yes this time round I have had extensive surgery and I was under the illusion that I would come round pretty quickly like last time. Boy how wrong was I.
The first few days after surgery took its toll. Firstly day one after surgery trying to stand for the first time was grueling. As I stood up a wave of nausea and dizziness came over, I could feel my whole body about to collapse in a heap, the next thing I know I was laid on the bed with feet in the air with nurses and hca’s surrounding me. I had passed out which is a first and one that scared the life out of me, one I do not want to repeat. For the next 24hours I could not get up, every time I got up I went dizzy and collapsed, not the best thing. I can truly say in this 24hours my dignity well and truly went out of the window. Having to pee in bed into a bed pan has not been my finest moment.
The next day the dizziness had reduced so it was time to push through it, to get on my feet so I could get home. Jeez it was difficult, not so much the discomfort from surgery but the gas pain was excruciating, to the point it was debilitating in my left side and shoulder. I had started on the peppermint tea the night before as I could feel the gas trapped in my rib cage, with my insides sounding like they were ready to explode. I can honestly say trapped gas pain is the worse and I have never missed the body’s natural ways to help gas pass. Now for those that know me well, this is something I do not like to do in front of others but I was at the point that I didn’t care, my dignity had long gone from peeing in a bed pan, I did not give too hoots about passing wind.
The gas pain lasted for 2 days, this was really not helping my recovery as I could not get up or walk that well, I had to use the bed to sit me up, raise my legs up just to help me out of bed. As I sat on the side of the bed, I tried deep breathing, telling myself to pull myself together, stop being a wuss its only gas pain, I finally stood up and made it to the bathroom, result. Yet I still could not go home, another night in hospital, another night of IV antibiotics, fluids and that dreaded injection into my stomach to stop blood clotting from surgery.
These injections are painful little buggers, the needle is small but flipping hell they sting like mad, it doesn’t help when you have just had surgery on your abdomen they have to stick needles into you too. Anyway at least it was going to be the last one as I was determined to go home the following day and I did.
Being in hospital was holding me back, I needed to get out, get home and start getting back to normal. Don’t get me wrong I could hardly move, let alone shuffle, but I hid it well. One thing about living with endometriosis is the skills you learn to not show how you really feel, putting on that mask that all is well, that smile to say yup I am doing fantastic even though your insides are being invaded by aliens.
Come the afternoon I was packed up and ready to go, chasing the nurse for my discharge letters and meds. Just before I left hospital I did have a few tears, tears due to the discomfort I was in, frightened because of what I had gone through, how weak and unsteady I was, but I needed that cry as it had been a emotional whirlwind which I needed to offload my emotions to stand up and take the next step of recovery.