bitching post
Nov. 19th, 2012 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hypatia42Just about two weeks ago I had my uterus removed. This is a good thing. There have been a bunch of people express sympathy to me over this as though I should be pitied for not having that part of me anymore. A few have congratulated me. One was actually envious. I gave her my dr's info.
The incisions and internal damage are healing nicely. I know that I am progressing well in that realm. What has been extremely painful and unexpectedly so is the GI issues that I have been experiencing since a couple of days post surgery. Remarkably bad gas pains that don't seem to have been caused by anything I can put my finger on. They told me that the percocet would back me up and therefore I should be taking something like dulcolax to prevent that cause constipation while healing from this surgery is horrible. That has caused the opposite problem; gas, bloating, cramps, and nothing really staying in my system long enough to be properly digested. Off the dulcolax and on to gas-x which I hope will help some of this.
Went out Saturday night to a birthday party. It was at Grand Slam which is a play park indoors that has a bunch of different activities. I couldn't do any of them. I sat at the party table feeling old and wishing I had brought my knitting so I had something to do all by myself watching other people's stuff. Pity party was not what I signed up for so I started slowly walking around, leaning on things to chat with people, sitting down when I needed to. We went for a late night Perkins visit after the party was over. It was good. I was still moving slow but my brain was feeling better than it had in weeks.
Sunday I was up long enough to eat a bowl of cereal and then crawled back in bed to curl up with the Honey while he listened to the football game. I am assure that I was asleep for some of this time. Up at 1:45, was supposed to be a dance lessons for TeslaCon at 2... Oops. Turns out I missed it anyway. On the way there I got run off the hwy and up the embankment. The person who stopped ran up to me all upset and said, "I'm sorry, its all my fault," and then completely changed her story when the state trooper arrived to, "I was just driving in the other lane and didn't see anything. I stopped to make sure she was ok." Riiiiight. Trooper Blake(my last name is too hard to pronounce) said that since there was no impact and no third party witness there was really nothing I could do and I should have let the other car hit me. MUTHAFUCKA PLEASE. I don't care if it makes your reports easier to file I am not letting another car hit me AGAIN! I walked away from the incident with very little personal damage, one flat tire, and some very minor cosmetic damage to my car. I will totally take that over another car accident in my life.
Trooper Blake was surprised at the number of people stopping to help out, check and see if there was anything they could do, "I am first aid and CPR certified and I am here to offer any assistance I can. Has an ambulance been called?" I was fine really. Trooper Blake on the other hand...had his jaded little world shaken. :) I told him that people do not suck. "That has not been my experience ma'am." "Well that is because you only deal with people who suck!" I said laughing. He was smiling by the time he drove off and I hope he had a better rest of his day.
For all that I didn't have more injuries I was bounced around a lot. By the evening I was in a significant amount of pain. The thing that saved me from needing to go to the hospital was likely that I was wearing an underbust corset. It supported my core at a time when I would not have been able to do that physically and it distributed the impact pressure from the seat belt. Hooray for serendipity! If this ever happens to you, don't take the corset off. I did. Bad plan.
I called the on call doc last night to see what Sx I needed to be watching for. He said that give the amount of time between the surgery and the accident it is unlikely that anything would be disturbed, more likely that I'm experiencing bruising. Noted. Yes I should go ahead and get in for the check up this week instead of next. Better to check now than wait in case there is a problem. Makes my life easier anyway.
I'm feeling old. Intellectually I know I am not and I know that this feeling will pass. Not being able to do anything has really been getting me down. Hurting more isn't helping. Having this coincide with turning 35 is really messing with my head.
*deep breath* I can do this. I am healing. I will feel better.
The incisions and internal damage are healing nicely. I know that I am progressing well in that realm. What has been extremely painful and unexpectedly so is the GI issues that I have been experiencing since a couple of days post surgery. Remarkably bad gas pains that don't seem to have been caused by anything I can put my finger on. They told me that the percocet would back me up and therefore I should be taking something like dulcolax to prevent that cause constipation while healing from this surgery is horrible. That has caused the opposite problem; gas, bloating, cramps, and nothing really staying in my system long enough to be properly digested. Off the dulcolax and on to gas-x which I hope will help some of this.
Went out Saturday night to a birthday party. It was at Grand Slam which is a play park indoors that has a bunch of different activities. I couldn't do any of them. I sat at the party table feeling old and wishing I had brought my knitting so I had something to do all by myself watching other people's stuff. Pity party was not what I signed up for so I started slowly walking around, leaning on things to chat with people, sitting down when I needed to. We went for a late night Perkins visit after the party was over. It was good. I was still moving slow but my brain was feeling better than it had in weeks.
Sunday I was up long enough to eat a bowl of cereal and then crawled back in bed to curl up with the Honey while he listened to the football game. I am assure that I was asleep for some of this time. Up at 1:45, was supposed to be a dance lessons for TeslaCon at 2... Oops. Turns out I missed it anyway. On the way there I got run off the hwy and up the embankment. The person who stopped ran up to me all upset and said, "I'm sorry, its all my fault," and then completely changed her story when the state trooper arrived to, "I was just driving in the other lane and didn't see anything. I stopped to make sure she was ok." Riiiiight. Trooper Blake(my last name is too hard to pronounce) said that since there was no impact and no third party witness there was really nothing I could do and I should have let the other car hit me. MUTHAFUCKA PLEASE. I don't care if it makes your reports easier to file I am not letting another car hit me AGAIN! I walked away from the incident with very little personal damage, one flat tire, and some very minor cosmetic damage to my car. I will totally take that over another car accident in my life.
Trooper Blake was surprised at the number of people stopping to help out, check and see if there was anything they could do, "I am first aid and CPR certified and I am here to offer any assistance I can. Has an ambulance been called?" I was fine really. Trooper Blake on the other hand...had his jaded little world shaken. :) I told him that people do not suck. "That has not been my experience ma'am." "Well that is because you only deal with people who suck!" I said laughing. He was smiling by the time he drove off and I hope he had a better rest of his day.
For all that I didn't have more injuries I was bounced around a lot. By the evening I was in a significant amount of pain. The thing that saved me from needing to go to the hospital was likely that I was wearing an underbust corset. It supported my core at a time when I would not have been able to do that physically and it distributed the impact pressure from the seat belt. Hooray for serendipity! If this ever happens to you, don't take the corset off. I did. Bad plan.
I called the on call doc last night to see what Sx I needed to be watching for. He said that give the amount of time between the surgery and the accident it is unlikely that anything would be disturbed, more likely that I'm experiencing bruising. Noted. Yes I should go ahead and get in for the check up this week instead of next. Better to check now than wait in case there is a problem. Makes my life easier anyway.
I'm feeling old. Intellectually I know I am not and I know that this feeling will pass. Not being able to do anything has really been getting me down. Hurting more isn't helping. Having this coincide with turning 35 is really messing with my head.
*deep breath* I can do this. I am healing. I will feel better.