Surgery

The morning of Surgery I arrived at the hospital at 5:45am. My stomach was in knots, but I was excited about my new life. My wife was at my side the whole time. I was placed in a gown and was give TED hose (tight knee-high panty hose) and SCD’s (Cloth wraps that inflate slightly every few seconds) these were applied to help prevent blood clots. The priest arrived at my bedside to pray with me and I knew it was almost time. No second thought ever crossed my mind just really nervous. The operating room nurse came to get me and took me to the operating room. The last thing I remember is moving from one bed to another and how cold the OR was.

I awoke in the recovery room with the nurse telling me to turn on my side. I remember how impressed she was because I turned so well. It hurt pretty bad to turn in fact it hurt pretty bad not turning. As I laid in recovery my stomach began to spasm. It was one of the top five worst pains I have ever felt. At this point I was in and out of it, but I do remember being pushed to my room and seeing my wife and father at my bedside. I couldn’t believe it was finally done. My life was going to change forever now.

The first thing my nurse did was look at my incisions. There were seven different incisions varying from 1 inch to 3 inches. Gastric Bypass wasn’t the only procedure performed. My doctor also repaired a Hiatal Hernia and an Umbilical Hernia. My incisions were held together with Dermabond (a hospital super glue) and they looked really good. I was so glad I went to nursing school. I can’t imagine not knowing half of the information that was given to me. I definately teach my patients a lot more now. I was told the more you walk the better you will feel because it pushes the air out that they pumped into my abdominal cavity during surgery. It was only 2-3 hours since my operation and I was sitting on the edge of the bed about to take my first step. Sitting up hurt really bad and made a wave of nausea hit me. You don’t realize how much you use your stomach muscles until someone cuts you in seven different places. I stood up and made it to the door and became diaphoretic (really sweaty) and felt like I was going to vomit. I walked back to bed and began to dry heave. I immediately called the nurse and asked for nausea medicine. It’s never good to dry heave after stomach surgery. It really hurts! I decided after my little episode it would be tomorrow before I tried that again. My biggest fear was the catheter but I couldn’t tell it was there.

Day 2 they removed my catheter that morning and gave me 8 hours to urinate (no pressure). First thing I did was walk around the hospital. Everyone was pretty impressed at how well I was getting around (I’m kind of an over achiever). Still no food but I could have ice chips, but I wasn’t even hungry. In fact the thought of food disgusted me. Of course my 8 hours was up and I couldn’t urinate so another catheter was placed. This time I was awake and let me say it is an experience I will never forget, and one I never want again. The morphine I was on kept me pretty wired and I didn’t sleep as much as I wanted to and made me really talkative. I’m pretty sure I got on my wifes nerves.

Day 3 was the day I was supposed to be discharged if I could urinate. So my latest catheter was removed and the 8 hour clock was started. I walked a bunch and napped off and on. It was about 6 hours after the catheter was removed and I finally urinated but not enough. I was able to eat clear liquids an ounce every hour. I had to make myself eat. It was about 7 1/2 hours before I could finally urinate enough to be discharged. I was a very happy man. I was discharged home and in for an all new experience.

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