First things first I am alive or this blog would be really creepy to explain. Second, what I am about to say is just stating events as they happened. Not sugar coating, I don't regret the surgery.
Made it to registration with no problems and the pre-op staff was wonderful. The last thing I remember was being strapped, yes strapped, to the operating table. The next thing I know I am waking up in recovery. Where I stayed for the next 5 hours! It should have only been an hour. But due to my information being incorrectly entered into the computer system as an out patent, I could not be transferred to my room.
Why not? Well apparently if they had tried to transfer me they could not have administered any medication. Sure that is what I wanted right after surgery no pain meds or anything. But here lies another problem. The recovery staff is only allowed to administer a certain amount. So when they finally got me transferred to my room I was 2 hour behind on getting medication, and it was another hour before they were able to finally administer it. By then I was pretty much overwhelmed with pain and nausea.
Now that I was in my room I got to enjoy my husband's side of the story. An hour after he sees me go in for surgery the surgeon came out and informed him that the surgery went well and I was in recovery for a short time before going up to my room. That was the last thing my husband was told. No one came out to update him on my progress or what the delay was.
Yes this issue was addressed since I was third patient on the bariatric ward that this happened too. You would think nothing could top that right? I wish.
So as I said I was almost 3 hour behind on my pain meds. I actually tried to get up to walk around and got very nauseated and told the nurse I was still in a lot of pain. So she dosed me up and it was the most comfortable I had been all day. I woke a few hours later went a fellow bariatric patient came by my room. She was having issues with the current shift (which was soon leaving) of nurses and techs but I wont go into details about them.
I woke up and walked every few hours through the night, my nurse kept me pretty balanced with medication so it was not a very painful night. So I figured I would get my upper GI checked by 9 and and be home by noon. At least that is what the nurses and the doctors were telling me.
Of course I would not be that lucky. Apparently Radiology got really busy today. They were able to see a few of the bariatric patients before 9 am. I was not one of the, and I was also the only one that was due to leave the hospital today so why I got picked for last who knows. Finally at 11:40 am I was transported via wheel chair down to Radiology where I sat in the hallway for an hour and a half! Apparently when I got down there the tech had to go attend someone in the ER. Which I understand, really I do. My upper GI took maybe 15 minutes. They called transportation to take me back to my room. They finally came to get me and wheeled me back to my room after I sat in the hall for yet another hour!
So recap I sat in a wheel chair in a very uncomfortable position after having surgery on my gut, for almost 3 hours. Saying I was in pain is just a mild understatement. Needless to say my nurse and doctor were not too happy. Once again another issue to have addressed. Thankfully my nurse hooked me up with meds and told me to order some thing from the kitchen. f I kept it down I got to go home. So I enjoyed my first meal in what has been at least 48 hours. Cream of Wheat and plain yogurt. Yep kept it down.
Left the hospital by 5 and got home by 630pm thanks to the wonderful rain induced stop and go traffic. Yep felt great. But we made it home. I am alive and even though there was chaos after my surgery at least my surgery itself went well. Thank you for all the well wishes and thank you to all of those who were texting me and keeping me sane.
Never said this was going to be easy, but after the hell I have been through in the last 48 hours I have no desire to fail.
I have gained 10 pounds from all the swelling and fluids they have been pumping into me. I just hope it comes off as quickly as it went back on.
With that being said, I going to take my meds and say good night. By the way where did that bus come from?
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