Thursday, April 04, 2019

Glad That's Over!

Having been a "more than a handful's a waste" kinda gal for all of my adult life, the loss of one scant handful is not nearly as traumatic for me, psychologically, as it would be for some naturally better endowed ladies. Small mercies! Anyway, I'm now "One Boob Annie" , with a little drain bottle hanging by my left hip, hopefully hidden by loose shirt and tee shirt. From a distance I might bring to mind Annie Get Your Gun- this is Oklahoma, USA so, "is she carrying?"

It's no joke, but ya gotta larf or you'd cry! I just now did the latter, by the way, after finishing, but before publishing this post, husband's other daughter left a bouquet of lovely lilacs in a vase outside the front door. Tension needed to break and it did!

All went well surgery-wise. We arrived at the hospital at 7.30am, Tuesday. It wasn't long before I was being wheeled in to the operating room . That was a huge relief because waiting is always the worst part of the job for me. Husband tells me that Recovery Time was a longer drawn out affair than expected, but I doubt that was anything to do with my own condition, because I felt amazingly alright when I first opened my eyes, and really for the rest of the time spent in hospital, apart from the last few hours. Husband stayed with me all day and through the night, plus we had visits from husband's daughter, son and their spouses, which proved uplifting - if a tad loud!

I guess it was understandable that hospital nurses, who were all wonderful, seemed to be unaware of my secondary current issue being managed after a colonoscopy a week ago. The lymphocytic colitis. When the nurse suggested that I should take Miralax stool softener, because surgeon doesn't want me to strain on the toilet, and affect the stitched incisions, I had to larf! It worried me a bit until my GP happened upon me during his hospital rounds; the sight of a familiar face, who didn't have to ask the ubiquitous robotic question "What is your full name and date of birth?" , was kinda soothing and helpful.

On Wednesday, during the afternoon and early evening hours, the surgeon's "office day", he had become otherwise engaged somehow, and I couldn't be discharged without his visit and say-so. We'd hoped to go home early afternoon-ish, Wednesday, but didn't get home, after a frustrating time feeling somewhat imprisoned and unsure of what might happen next, until around 8pm, clasping some pain pills in hand.

All's well after a decent night's sleep on my own lovely recliner in our living room.

It's not that I'm a control freak, when it comes to what others do - honest ! I hate, hate, hate though, not being in control of myself. That has been the source of my lifelong "white coat syndrome". Hatred of hospitals has grown over time after heart-breaking experiences when my father, then my mother, then my beloved longtime-partner died - in hospital during the 1990s and early 2000s. During the past two years I've had to fight hard to overcome those feelings. It's a work in progress!

Next stop, tomorrow, will be a visit to surgeon's office for nurses there to inspect my drain bottle, decide if I still need it, and maybe loosen the tight binding around my chest a wee bit. Husband was taught how to empty and measure drain contents (mainly smallish amounts blood and fluid) regularly and to keep a record of date, time and amount of each collection. Not thinking much further ahead than that, at the moment.


Jenty said...

You are something else and so inspirational. The content of your blog had such literary content and if this is an example of content, I think it's worthy of considering publishing.

Best wishes from
West Yorkshire

LB said...

I'm relieved to read you're done with it and feeling okay. Hopefully your other issue will be resolved soon. How nice for you to have a recliner to come home to and sleep on. The older I get, the more I wish we had space for one. Take care, Twilight.:)

Charley Settles said...

Fresh spring air breathed by plants renewing their vigor wraps around us revitalizing and carrying us forward as our chains become relinquished further and further to a forgothen past.

Ann, the vitality of springtime become yours once more!

Twilight said...

Jenny ~ Hi! It's so nice to see you here! LOL! You flatter me, but it's sweet of you to be so kind about the blog. It has been a way to keep my mind off other stuff recently, and through the years has been a way, I hope, of keeping the old grey matter from decaying too far, too quickly :)

Twilight said...

LB ~ Thank you, LB. I think my other issue is improved, but as everything is still rather abnormal it's hard to say. During surgery air is pumped in to the system to assist in surgeon getting better view of what needs to be removed, and separating skin etc (or so I understood from a nurse.) That air/gas, later on, just wanders out through the back entrance bit by bit, unbidden, over time - no effort required. :) So far so good.

We got rid of our big sofa last year (sent to a women's refuge in a nearby town), and replaced it with 2 recliners. I've been sleeping on mine for several weeks/months lately, with the TV as a sleep aid. The chairs were a very good buy, but yes, unfortunately a certain amount of space is needed.

Twilight said...

Charley Settles ~ Hey Charley! Oh, I love that imagery! Thank you! Fall is my favourite season usually - but this year you've inspired me to love the spring more. :) Our two wee Redbud trees are just about to bloom too - will post a photo of them at the weekend.

R J Adams said...

Hang on in there, Ann. Hopefully you'll be able to put this all behind you before too long. I remember the drain tubes from my wife's operation. She said they were the worst part, having to drag them around everywhere. Mind, as yours are probably higher up perhaps they won't be too much of a problem. I'm so glad it's over for you. As you know I ain't one for praying, but sending good thoughts your way, and to AnyJazz, of course.

Wisewebwoman said...

I came here 1st thing to see how you were doing my friend.

You are remarkably brave and honest in your recounting of this challenge. What a lot to go through and not forgetting your age either, as we age, these operational procedures are hard on our systems.

Onward with the recovery and also with your "other" issue in the nether regions. The recliner is a godsend indeed. I think we bought them around the same time. Every time I sit in mine is always a thrill. A terrific investment.

I send you healing thoughts and light and love from the Edge of the Atlantic so far away.


Twilight said...

RJ Adams ~ Thank you, so much. I'm hanging RJ - I'm hanging! :) After having the dressing changed at the surgeon's office this afternoon, I now have the drain tube hanging like a (literally) 'bloody' long watch chain (to aid drainage, instead of looped up as hospital did.) Best get out all my longest shirts to wear. They hope to remove drain tube on Weds on my next appointment. All is doing well the nurse said. I refused to look! :)

Twilight said...

Wisewebwoman ~ Thank you, WWW - that's kind of you. Agreed. age doesn't help at all. I'm feeling a little tired today, not my usual self. Other issue, netherward, is being remarkably quiet. Dare I hope that the anti-biotic course just finished has knocked it on the head? We shall see. I've still several weeks of the expensive meds to take.

I used to laugh at Frasier's Dad and his recliner - in the TV series - now I understand! :)