I checked in at the hospital promptly at 10:20am yesterday morning. But when it comes to hospitals promptness means nothing, because while I got admitted to pre-op and gowned up well before 11:00am, we sat around until a little after 2:00pm before they were ready to take me in for surgery. Dan and I spent the time on our cell phones, reading a book (me), and then cuddling together in the tiny, uncomfortable little pre-op surgical bed watching TV. When it was time for me to go back, they gave me a shot of Versed via my IV to calm me down. But since I did a kick-ass job at staying calm (unlike the morning of my gastric bypass surgery, when I bawled on multiple occasions, I only got a little teary once with Dan, when I admitted I was scared), its effects didn’t feel as drastic as they did before.
When I got into the OR I begged them to put me out. They obliged, and when I was next aware of anything it was OMFG PAIN, and it was about 4:30pm and I was in the recovery room. I was pretty out of it, and have no recollection of being moved to the post-anesthesia recovery room (that’s the room they stick patients who can go home that day in), and my next conscious thought that I managed to voice was OMFG PAIN, I NEED PAIN MEDS NOW. Only it was a scream only in my mind, because in reality I was so weak and out of it and my throat was sore and I was so much pain that it was a raspy plea. But my nurse heard and brought me Percocet right away, along with some deliciously cold water. Apparently someone forgot to give me any pain meds once the surgery was over. WTF?
After I took the meds I tried to get out of bed to walk, since I knew from experience that despite the excruciating post-surgical pain, nothing but walking would really touch the post-surgical trapped-air pain. But I was so woozy and disoriented that I barely made it to the door of my room before I had to get the nurses in their pretty women’s scrubs to help me back into bed. I took a second Percocet, flipped on the TV, and passed out for about two hours or so. When I woke up again I was much more lucid, which was a huge relief.
I was discharged last night around 7:30pm. I had the choice to stay, which would have given me access to the oh-so-wonderful morphine pain pump, but I knew that Dan wanted to go home, and besides, so did I. I figured I’d be in pain no matter what, so I might as well be able to at least relax in my own super-comfy bed, you know?
Honestly though, I have been in a LOT of pain after this surgery. The pain is worse than what I experienced with the gastric bypass surgery. I don’t know if it’s because of the type of surgery, because I didn’t have pain meds immediately after surgery, because I never had any morphine, or what. I actually just called my surgeon a little while ago to ask about having some kind of anti-nausea medication ordered. I can take two Percocet every four hours, but two make me feel incredibly nauseous, dizzy, and icky. But one isn’t nearly enough for the pain.
I feel horrid. 
*whimper*
Dan just arrived home, so once he and the kids and Jason eat, he’s going to have the fun job of going back out to the pharmacy to pick up anti-nausea meds for me. But I need them… I’ve been in such pain today. It really sucks. I’ve spent most of the day sleeping, drowsily watching television (Sister Wives, Judge Judy), half-heartedly reading a few blogs and looking over a few emails, and sleeping. Sound like a reoccurring theme? Heh.
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Jenn, I told you a week ago that this pain is worse. (Not trying to say “told you so”.) It’s often considered one of the most painful surgeries a person can ever have.
The Percocets are tablets, right? Cut one in half. That way you get more than 1, but not enough to make you sick. If 1 and 1/2 make you sick, cut the 1/2 again. Pill cutters can work wonders.
I feel you Jenn!!!!!!!!!!! I had mine taken out last November and the air pain had me PAINFULLY breathless and most of the time I couldn’t sit up without my husband’s help for a little bit. The air pain sucked SO BAD. I remember I came home in the afternoon from surgery and by that evening I was resting on the couch and didn’t feel like eating and I started shaking because my temp had spiked up but I ate and It eventually went down but it’s tough!! Hang in there *hugs hugs*
I had mine out in ’97 – never had the air pain but lots and lots of pain from the fact that I’d just had the gallbladder removed! I hope yours goes away sooner. They had me on Darvocet and it worked wonders for me.
Aw sorry you are in pain hun *hugs*
hopefully you get those nausea meds. take those and two percocet. you’ll be out like a light – no pain, no nausea, and tons of sleep which you’ll need! You’re in my thoughts hon!