It has been one full week now since I have been home from the hospital. I had high hopes going in that this time would be different. If they knew the drugs that did not work for me, I would be in the clear. Nope, wrong again. It started off so well I thought. I woke up from my surgery and was almost fully lucid by Monday night. Tuesday morning they removed the drainage tube running down my nose into my stomach (I did not have this last time…. not fun). By Tuesday afternoon they were moving me out of the ICU and into the surgery ward. Then there was Wednesday. The morning of this day is foggy to me, but I know by the afternoon my pulse had risen to 160 and I thought I was dying. Seriously though. I would look the the clock and a minute would feel like an hour. I actually thought, “Well, this is how I die”. In order to try and get my heart rate under control, a doctor came in and said something to me, but all I could make out was, “….going to hurt a lot…. stop your heart…. could control your heart rate….”. Since I thought I was dying anyways, I was willing to try anything at this point. Now, I am not sure how they did it – but I know it happened. My heart stopped and I arched my back so fast in pain. Sure enough, I was back down in the ICU that night. Thursday morning I was told they would like to put in a drain in my side to release fluid building up around my liver. Another procedure to be done while I am awake? Can’t wait! This time there was no singing or high fives – just a lot of crying. Hallucinations came and went for the next few days, but by Saturday I was well enough to move back to the ward. By Monday the vac was off my wound, and they pulled the drain out from my side (now that again…. was not fun). Tuesday afternoon came and I was good to go and on my way home.
Sorry for being so distant. It’s not you it’s me. My thoughts lately have been so scrambled that trying to write them down seemed like a daunting task. My second round of surgery happening so soon after my first really threw me for a loop. The first time around I was more anxious than nervous. This time however I am extra nervous. The days leading up seem to be flying by and I am running out of time.
Since I know what to expect this time around with all of the pain, I am dreading Monday. The complications I had during my last surgery will hopefully be avoided this time however. I found out while reading the surgical notes during my pre-op, that a resident performed my epidural last time. This person had a problem and a staff member had to step in. The needle was placed too far in, and caused a small spinal fluid leak – which lead to my migraines during recovery. The other piece of important information we discovered is that my body cannot tolerate injected hydromorphone. This is what lead to my hallucinations – so again this time it should be avoided.
I am very hopeful now that these two issues should be resolved, and my hospital recovery should run much smoother.
Bring it on extended left hepatectomy.