Monthly Archives: November, 2013

The Road to Recovery

I still can’t believe how long this road is.  I’ve been home for five days now and I’m still so tired.  Healing is hard work!  I look back over the course of the past two weeks and simply can’t believe what my poor body has endured. *A gallbladder attack at work *Another gallbladder attack that …

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Home!

I’d seen the Physician’s Assistant twice the day after my stent was put in.  Both times he did rounds, I was still in no shape to go home.  I was still relying on the morphine to manage the post-op  and left-over bile in the abdomen pain.  I was as weak as a newborn kitten and …

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One More Complication

When I’d arrived at the hospital right after the surgeon’s office, I’d asked the nurse to put a catheter in.  One of my problems is that my bladder felt full.  I would squeeze a bit of urine out but I knew I wasn’t emptying my bladder.  The nurse, Treun, and I talked about it and …

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Stent

Since I was once again going back into surgery, I was not allowed to have anything by mouth after midnight.  By this point, ice chips were my best friend.  Treun kept up a steady stream of ice chips to my mouth when he was there during the days.  He’d taken the entire week off for …

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Answers

I passed that night in pain even with morphine being administered every two hours.  My lovely nurse, Tania, was wonderful enough to tell me that she would give it to me every two hours without me asking for it if I wanted.  I told her that that would be nice.  She was true to her …

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Getting Worse Instead of Better

The two days following surgery are a haze of post-op pain and trying to walk enough to move the gas out of my system.  They’d been able to do my surgery laparoscopically so they blew my abdomen up with gas.  Everything was stretched and my belly was distended.  I looked quite a few months pregnant …

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Surgery and Home

My gallbladder removal surgery was scheduled for 11:00 am the following morning.  Until then I got to drift on a morphine haze.  The pain was not going away this time so I know the surgery was necessary.  My gallbladder was insistent that it was not going to go quietly into the great good-night.  It was …

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The Pain Intensifies

I got through the rest of the day at work with no problems.  I came home and got the kids dinner and heard all about their days.  I got Shane ready for bed. Then the pain hit. It was like a freight train ramming through my gut.  I ran for the toilet and started throwing …

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Sick at Work – Part 2

It happened again.  I got sick at work in the exact same way I did the last time, right down to the intense pain and puking.  I was able to get back to my desk and call my doctor.  Thankfully, the staff at Dr. A’s office know me well enough to know that I only …

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Holding Back

I realized it Saturday night when we dropped Noble off at his friend’s house in my old sub-division.  I’m holding back from Treun.  I’m not letting him in.  In little bits and pieces I am, but when it is something huge like Going Back, I shut him out.  I needed to cry so badly Saturday …

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