Since I’ve been home, I’ve had a ton of people compare my surgery to a c-section for various reasons, mostly to do with staples, which is fine, I get the comparison, but I did want to set the record straight in that staples are the only similarity. With a c-section, the surgeon cuts with the muscles, with the “grain” so to speak. It’s also a much smaller incision. With my surgery, they cut across all my stomach muscles and further to that, they did like, I dunno, it’s hard to explain but I know they made incisions in my muscles on the sides like underneath the skin, so they could pull the skin tighter which is partially why I’m in so much pain. I mean, if you’ve ever pulled a muscle, you know how much that hurts, now picture pulling every muscle in your abdomen and that’s about where I’m at right now. A c-section is considered minor surgery. Mine is considered major surgery. That’s why I was in the “step down” ICU most of the time I was at the hospital.
I’m also retaining about 8lbs of fluid according to Wii Fat. They weighed me the day of surgery and I was almost exactly 130 lbs (woot!) and right now I’m 138 lbs and my middle and butt and thighs all look HUGE because of the fluid I’m retaining. This falls unto WAY TMI territory, I know, but even my labia are swollen. My outer labia are like, hard and the size of golf balls. I freaked Blake out last night by shoving his hand down my pants and making him feel them haha He was just like, “that’s great, hun”.
This morning Cheryl changed my dressing and Blake took pics. Voila!
This drain’s a little weepy and green because it was under a pad for a few days and we didn’t have anything to change it with yet. Cheryl just wiped off the goo and rebandaged it. It should be fine (but it freaks me out because um, hi, that’s a giant HOLE in my body oozing green crap).
This one has a dressing on it from surgery that we’re just leaving.
My bellybutton looks pretty messed up. Honestly I wish they’d have just gotten rid of it rather than leaving me with…that. Whatever. I haven’t had a chance to really examine it but I think my piercing is still viable so that’s a plus. Even if it’s not, I’ll just do it again.
I am COVERED in sticky crap! Sticky crap from all the tape they put on me for IVs and heart monitors etc. When I came home, I put on a grey t-shirt and now all the sticky stuff has turned grey from t-shirt fluff so I look totally dirty right now and I can’t even shower. Blake’s going to help me out after work though. We have these little wipes called “Remove” that Siske ordered for us a long time ago and they remove sticky medical tape crap. They smell awful, like bug spray or something, but they work.
Last night I went without painkillers and woke up this morning in absolute agony. Up until last night, Blake/nurses were waking me up twice a night to take painkillers so I wouldn’t wake up in agony but my doctor won’t prescribe any more pain meds because she says my pain should be subsiding. It is, in some ways, but in other ways it’s staying the same. At least it’s not getting worse. She said that if there wasn’t an improvement within the next couple of days, I have to go back to the hospital and have scans and stuff because obviously something has to have gone wrong. I really really really don’t want to go back to the hospital so I’m hoping things improve. At least I can breathe deeply now? Yay? At least it doesn’t hurt when I cry? I can *almost* laugh as long as it’s not something REALLY funny.
Last night Blake washed my hair in the kitchen sink. I can’t bathe and my hair hadn’t been washed since last Wednesday so it was pretty disgusting and I couldn’t stand it anymore. Blake installed a new tap in the kitchen a few months ago and it has one of those hoses with a sprayer on the end so he used that on my melon last night. Worked pretty well! There was just no way I could hang my head over the tub, so the kitchen sink was the next logical place.
Okay I’m starving so me and my giant labia are going to go try and find something to eat.
PS. I am going to murder my daughter. She is trying to kill me, I swear. She is just too fucking funny.
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