Monday, July 11, 2016
Hello Everyone, sorry for the long absence. Only today habe I felt physically capable of writing anything, and frankly most of this will be copy and pasted from a text with a friend of mine about the experience. So if it's sloppy and grammatically incorrect that's why. I also want to say that if anyone is easily triggered I wouldn't read this and that Dr. McGinn, her staff, and the lower bucks hospital team are top notch. I think my experience was just very unique, as at one point she said she would definitely be remembering my surgery. Now for the details...
I arrived at the hospital on time, and ready as I was ever going to be with my parents. We got up to the initial prep room, they give you the lowdown, then you wait until they call you to surgical holding. I of course started crying, abd then walked down. You get in the bed, they and they get you ready. I met the anesthesiologist,then Heather who is works with Dr Mcginn st Pappillion and assists in surgery, the hospitals surgical nurse, then Dr. McGinn. I told her I was scared, and she promised she would take very good care of me.
It was nice, she made me feel like I could really trust her because she cares about her patients. They roll me to the OR, and I was pretty woozy at that point, I believe they gave me a pretty relaxer, cuz I had asked the nurse to hold my hand when they put me on the surgical table as I knew I'd be crying but I didn't. I was asleep before I knew it.
So I woke up after whatever qmount of time, and I was in pain, but I think at that point the morphine was already there consistently do I don't remember a lot until the night time. I have a very low tolerance for pain I think, or I'm just a delicate flower as the good Dr says ahaha. So that night they really gave me we nought drugs where I could be pretty comfortable but this stupid oxygen machine kept going off and my mother and I couldn't sleep. It was hooked up to my nose and the first nurse didn't really explain it, and she just said oh if it keeps going off tell me... that's a bother story. Anyways I woke up in the morning and that's when the drama started. They were checking my wounds and I had been bleeding so McGinn came in to look, and they just right there put a few stitches in my clitoris or whatever which was very painful, in an attempt to stop it. But mytummy was also hurting and she said it was distended, so after she did the stitches they sent me for a cat scan and it was air I guess. Later she said she never seen a tummy distended like that after surgery. After the CAT scan I cam back down in my bed and because it was gas she said the only thing they could do was shove this long plastic thick tube way up my bottom. So they promptly turned me over and shoved it in very far. I was miserable.
So then two day later they found the proper source of the bleeding after they did blood a transfusion and she came in again. And for 20 mins she took out some packing, shoved in a lot extra then sewed me all the way up in the patient bed with only some morphine and my mommy holding my hand. It was excruciating. And they did some more transfusions after. I guess my hemoglobin got very low. This all caused me to stay in the hospital some extra days. I didn't walk until the night before I left. They got me to stand twice the day they thought they initially fixed the bleeding. But second time when they finally got it the u gave me some drugs so I could sleep a few hrs before I tried to walk, and I collapsed while rounding just the foot of the bed.
So, I finally got released yesterday and we drove to the place we are staying in New Hope. I thought from the instructions I would have the catheter bag and my parents would empty it but I was wrong. Either they have changed that or idk. Dr. McGinn said to drink lots of water which I understand, but I need to rest. But my mom keeps pushing me to drink every 5 mins, so I have to get up to pee and I can barely move since they held my legs open and sewed me up. The bed is high, so I had to lean and support on one leg too much too and it totally stopped working .Then I moved to the other side of the bed which is further from the bathroom and that leg started to go bad. Earlier this after noon it spasmed so strong I started crying now they both hurt but I can't move the one at all so I moved to the other side of the bed again. Now I'm just laying here miserable and in pain and not able to really and had no sleep. I'm sure you guys will all think I'm just exaggerating on the pain level, so I must be very sensi t I've or somethong. So fat the experience gas been extremely unpleasant for me. I want to stress once more that McGinn is grwat. Ok now I must go eat and drink before my mother gets mad.