Last Wednesday I went to finally have my gallbladder removed. My surgeon was running late and it proved to be a more complicated surgery because of the scar tissue from my vertical sleeve gastrectomy two years ago and ultimately took two and a half hours instead of the predicted 1-2. In post-op, I received a nerve block that was short lived- the hope being that it would have relieved some of the pain I was experiencing. This far exceeded the pain I had experienced with any of my previous surgeries. Thankful once again for IV morphine, it's what got me through the first 24 hours.
|All ready! Surgery Number....6|
|The deliverer of relief...when the time comes.|
I was released Friday morning and Charlie took me home. Since then it has been a slow but incrementally-better-each-day kind of recovery. Sleeping has been the worst part. Nothing is comfortable. Nothing. So I am approaching being overly tired. I am going to be trying some tylanolPM tonight and see how that goes. Fingers crossed.
|The second best nurse!|
|Coloring distracts from discomfort.|
So the plan is to go back to work on Monday. I hope that I get some good sleep the next few nights and grow stronger each day.
I have officially added this bobble to my daily wear as the laundry list of things someone needs to be alerted to grows longer. I am a survivor. I am strong. I like MANY have a crazy story. That is what life is: a story. I look forward to the climax of my story, that I know has yet to come.
Thank you to everyone for all your love, support and encouragement. Special shout-out to everyone who left a note on Facebook in the days leading up to my surgery. It made all the difference.
Until next time...xo