I have been off-line for a while. I have missed running and blogging. But I am ready to blog again and catch WordPress World up on my life. I have cut my fingernails and everything. (Neurotic condition of mine. I cant type when my fingernails are long enough to ‘click’ on the keys.) Get a cup of coffee and enjoy. I’ll start with a few things that have been on my mind and then I will tell y’all about my surgery. Then, finally I will address the fact that I have been saying y’all like its out of style.
1. Fay Cummings said on Facebook that she liked my blog. Then all of a sudden I had hundreds of hits on my blog. That spooked the crap out of me and immediately stopped blogging. People other than Julie, Shelley and Amy are reading my blog?!!?? But, I am over it.
2. Around that same time, Patrick asked my why I was posting “personal” stuff on my “training” blog? “Isn’t this your blog about exercise?” he says to me. Oh, silly, Patrick. I love him anyway. You see… I am a screwed up woman, wife, mother, daughter, friend. I consider this dedication to “training” a whole-health deal. Whole-health meaning physical, spiritual, emotional. And I am too lazy to have separate blogs for each. Eventually, I do plan on blogging about crafts, but that is step 2(017).
So, now on to my surgical experience. What did I have done, exactly? I had to have surgery for two reasons. One being I had a partial hysterectomy, where they removed my uterus (but I kept my ovaries). The other being, that because I spit kids out like sunflower shells – my bladder had prolapsed and they had to put it back where it belongs. This latter part was especially crucial for my running future. This will make sure I don’t have any bladder issues when I run. I do not apologize for being transparent here. This is something that moms may face, and y’all should know that. My surgery was robotic. Its a crazy machine that seems creepy and scary. But I am a fan of it. If you would like to see the machine, the link to my urogyno doctor who performed the bladder repair is here.
Leading up to my surgery, I practically stopped exercising altogether. I knew that I would be taking about a week off of work, and it was important to me that I had everything ready for my medical leave. I was working 11-12 hour days for about 2 or 3 weeks or so. Everything was pretty much on hold so that I could have the peace of mind all of my scheduled tasks where covered or done. I would not have been able to rest peacefully during my recover had I not invested that time. I am glad I did it. (Seems extreme? Keep in mind that I am responsible for things like payroll and the bank accounts. I cant drop the ball on stuff like that.)
Leading up to the surgery, I was not nervous. I had one day when I got a teeny bit nervous but it went away. The outpouring of love, support, kind words, prayers and offers to help my family where so overwhelming. The day before my surgery I received emails from our wonderful pastors and friends, calls and hugs from my bosses, tons of emails, Facebook posts, Care Calendar signups. I was so humbled by the genuine love and support. I am a terrible friend, people. And I just don’t deserve that much grace. I spend Wednesday evening. Dec 7, packing and crying from it all. And when peacefully to sleep. Also, my mom came down from OKC that night to make sure that I and the kids where cared for. I love her.
Thursday morning, we got the kids off to school and drove up to North Austin Medical Center. My surgery was scheduled for noon. Still not nervous. I was shocked. I figured I would be shaking scared. I registered, they took some blood for labs, I put my gown on, I Facebooked, texted and emailed. Had great debates with the nurses about whether left-handedness is genetic or a learned/social behavior. And I took a nap while I waited for the surgery. Eventually the doctors started tricking in to make introductions and give me info. They kept offering me drugs for my nerves – but I was not nervous in the slightest, and I kept declining. Then at 1pm they wheeled me into surgery. By 1:02 I was sound asleep. I thought I would start getting scared once in the surgery room, but the anesthetist was so quick to put meds in my pic line that I was seriously out in less than a minute.
That part was great. But then I woke up in post-op. That sucked. It. I was so thirsty, and so out of it, and I was miserable. I had a really hard time waking up. I could barely make out a clock on the wall. I think it said 7:30. What? I went in at 1pm! (My surgery was about 5 hours.) Then I went to sleep again. Then I woke up from some noise, and it was 8pm. They were moving me. Asleep again. Then I saw Patrick standing in the corner. Surreal.
They asked me if I could sit up and move myself from the gurney to the bed. Excuse me?? Um. No. I was in so much pain. And so thirsty (it had been almost 24 hours since I had anything to drink.) I think I started crying. They moved me over. And I was miserable. So painful. Eventually they brought me some water and food. I at some broccoli and peaches. And they starting putting pain meds in my drip. That helped. I spend the next hour or two sleeping and waking up. Patrick sat there with me and I loved him so much. Nurses in and out every few minutes. Sleeping and waking up.
My work Christmas party was that same evening. I was sad to miss it. But at some point that night someone from my work texted a video to me. Patrick showed it to me – I had won an award!!! And they made sure to video that part! I love my job so much! I smiled and went to sleep again.
Eventually I told Patrick it was ok to go home. My only plan for the night was to sleep off that anesthesia. And I felt safe and ok for him to go. But those effing nurses would not leave me alone! At 1am, they told me I had to sit up in bed, and then walk around for a minute. Ha! No, wait… you are SERIOUS? They seriously made me sit up! Well, I showed her! I proceeded to throw up all over myself, the bed and the floor immediately upon sitting up. Take that, bitch! But she was nice about it and even brought me a toothbrush to clean my mouth out.
But after that (and a morphine injection in my pic line), I felt great. And I did go for a long walk around the ward. So, yeah. Me, my catheter, and my IV line went for a walk. If felt kinda good to move around. And then went back to bed and got to sleep for about half hour stretches. Except at 5am, the nurse makes be get up and take a shower. Yep, you heard me. Then after my shower she removed the catheter.
We were all holding our breath to make sure I could pee right away. I assured them that I would have no problem. And I didnt. I passed that test in true Hermione fashion. So, all was well, and as the hours ticked away they started removing gadgets and needles from my body little by little. And about 4pm I was released to go. The nurses gave me hugs and said I was a great patient. (Keep in mind I was on the best pain meds money could buy, so my mom might remember all of this much differently.)
By 530 I was home. I went to bed and slept most of the next 4 days. It was really quite miserable. The pain was horrible. I had to sleep on my back all day and all night. And I would snore so loud – I would startle myself awake. Glamorous. Poor Patrick. He was so great. And so was mom. I never had to worry about the kids.
The few and far between moments during the day that I was awake and moving around – I think I would start cleaning, although I don’t recall very clearly. I had the CRAZIEST dreams those 5 days our so. I would hallucinate whole chunks of events, conversations, interactions… and then didn’t know what really took place and what didn’t. I hated that part. By Tuesday, I couldn’t handle it anymore and decided not to take any more of the meds. I needed to have a clear mind and some kind of normal-ness back in my life.
I have been very impatient about my recovery. I feel like I should be back to my normal activities by now. And it hasn’t even been two weeks. I worked from home last week for two days, and then felt sore. One of my incisions was in a great deal of pain. I was so worried that I had strained it somehow. I was terrified that they would have to cut me back open to fix it. But the surgeon this morning assured me that out of the 7 incisions – this one is the most painful. I am totally on track with my healing, and he assured me that I was ok to return to work if I took it easy there. He called me in a different pain med, and now I feel fine. None of the other 7 incisions are in pain.
So from here, my job is to recover as quickly as I can so that I can get on to my half marathon training!! I have been told that I can return to activity as tolerated. I should not do any lifting, but I am allowed to walk. If I can be active, I should do it. So, in a few days I plan on returning to my early schedule. Instead of running, I will be walking. I have also been very relaxed about my vegan diet. I am looking forward to returning to it again.
I feel so much better about my recovery after speaking with my surgeon today. My two week post-op appointment is this Friday, the 23rd. I expect to be told I am an exemplary patient. 🙂
So one weird story – Patrick told me that the surgeons checked in with him after my surgery and they both went on and on about how awesome and perfect my pelvis is. What in the world does that mean??