Quote from: Evolving Beauty on June 20, 2014, 10:33:49 AM
pauline: I'm sharp 14 days post op today (20th June) since I operated 6th June and am back to normal walking a super quick recover with now no pain and with a beautiful vagina but it was not that smooth as you think as major cons and disaster happened too as ONLY 4INCH DEPTH. Now am deciding whether to do the Sigmoid Colon in 6 months again. I was very unfortunately to get this rare complication that avoided him digging further compared to other Chett girls here as calico who got reasonable depth.
I have yet to have SRS, but I had to have my Sigmoid Colon removed a couple of years ago due to extreme diverticulitis and a colovesical fistula that caused me to literally fart out of my urethra. (So no do-over available for me...)
Before you go there, let me tell you about how much an end-to-end anastomosis colon repair sucked.
When I awoke from the 4 hour operation, it felt like my midsection had been run over by a truck, and I had been already shot up with as much morphine as they could safely give me because I kept "forgetting" to breathe. For the first day, they would not so much as give me water. My mouth was dry and my lips cracked wide open. All I could get was some ice chips (no swallowing) and lip balm. I was told how I was fortunate because it was done by one of the best surgeons, and one of the few who could do it laparoscopically instead of the "usual" way of slicing you down the belly. I have 4 small scars instead of one big gnarly one. Because of this, I only had to spend one week in the hospital instead of closer to two. I was also told that this type of surgery is successful 90% of the time and that I could consider myself lucky because the other 10% end up with colostomies. Every day got a little better, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I could finally pass the painful gas that had built up over several days. Trying to fart with a J-P drain still in my belly was INCREDIBLY painful. Along with the gas, I was never so happy to have soiled myself. Unfortunately I couldn't clean it properly because I couldn't shower, nor was I quite moblie enough for a proper sponge bath. I had to wallow in the remainder of it until the next day when the drain was removed. They had to shoot me up with 500 micrograms of Dilaudid because I HATED morphine so much (and demanded they take me off of it after one day), then the doctor swiftly removed all 10 inches of the drain as if he was ripping off a band aid. I screamed bloody murder, but a few minutes later I felt much better and could finally move around. That was, hands down, the worst week of my life. I would not wish that recovery upon my worst enemy. I could not eat nor defecate normally for about 2 months, and had to worry about soiling myself without warning that entire time. For the first month of recovery, most of which with the staples still in my belly, I had to worry about the risks of leaks, infection, peritonitis and the possiblily of a do-over and/or a colostomy.
I would much rather have 4 inches of depth and restrict myself to sex with guys with smaller dicks than go through that hell again.