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| Da Vinci LAH - Age 25. |
Date : 01-21-2008 - 11:27 AM - Readers : 645 |
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My “Hystory”
Well, it all started in 7th grade and I got my first visit from Aunt Flo. Apparently, I passed out because I remember being in gym and then waking in the nurse’s office covered in blood. Life progresses with horrible periods and the occasional pass out. I am on Depo for a long time but then I decide to go off it. Around this time I receive my 3 or 4th ACSUS pap. The doctors keep up with their wait and see approach and I go on with having a hard time with periods. At 22 ½ I am finally told I need a biopsy so I go and get that done. These results come back clean and I go about life. At 23 I have an IUD inserted. This just makes the pain and bleeding go from 3 weeks a month to full time. At this time my PAPS turn “bad” again and I am supposed to have a colpo/biopsy done. That does not happen for quite some time. I keep going about life knowing I need the colpo, I schedule it twice, and unable to not panic when I reach the end of the stirrups. In this time, my periods become more and more erratic and painful. I have gone from bad pain but able to work to missing 2-3 days every 3 weeks.
Eventually, I find an amazing doctor who is willing to work with me on these issues. After trying multiple BCP’s I find one that seems to work. I am on this for 6 months when two things happen, first my body rejects the pills I start getting sicker and sicker. The second is my doctor tells me she will not refill my RX until I get the biopsy done. I schedule a day for me to have it done under GA and go about life. This day comes and goes with little fan fair and I go in on 10/26/2007 for my results and to discuss the alien that is found on my left ovary (a mass 7.9 x 6.4 x 3.9) and the next steps in controlling my periods.
This is where life changes.
The doctor tells me that the biopsy came back CIS (Carcinoma in Situ) but it had clear margins so she got it all. She then proceeds to go over our recent attempts to evict Aunt Flo and realized we are out of options. I already have to have another surgery to remove “Stitch” and she suggests a hysterectomy. I ask for another type of BCP and walk out in shock. Well, that weekend I decide its time for it to go. I deserve to live a healthy happy life. I called the doctor and started the process to get it taken care of…
Waiting was hard. I changed my mind every other day but somehow I got to the OR that day in one piece..,
Tuesday 12/11
Everything went well. Got to the castle, Dr asked me again if I wanted this, realized that I REALLY did. Got my happy juice and last thing I remember was looking at the sleep dr and asking what he just gave me because I felt funny...
I wake up in horrible pain in my bladder. They call the dr, change my RX for pain meds and that fixes things. When I get back to my room I was asking for DH. No one would contact him so I used my room phone to tell him where I was. He comes and helps me get settled and then the vomiting starts. The nurse basically tells me "to bad, there is nothing we can do" so I started eating the ginger I had brought from home and that helps.
Night of/day one
I am stuck in the MSRA ward for some really stupid reason. The person across from me and the person next to me had it. Just freaking lovely... right?
Anyways, my nurses are running crazy trying to keep the other patients calm so my needs are left to my own devices. All I got was shown how to unhook myself so that I could start walking the halls at 2am.(when my PCA was also disconnected) As soon as I stand to start walking I start vomiting violently again. This time someone gets the dr on the phone and gets me something for it, Well, once I am able to walk I no longer get any care. Apparently if you are able to get it on your own, they feel you should! Now this just tickes me off. Goddess only knows how much I will be paying for that room and those "services" and I had to get my own juice and fill my own ice packs.
I am finally able to "pee" on my own, not that anyone was watching and then got yelled at because I did not save it...HELLO no one told me to...anyways.
At about 11am 12/12, I am released and sent home. I am sooo happy to be home. I spend the rest of the day feeling really sick, hurting, and sleeping. The gas pains are killing me. They hurt worse then the surgery itself. My neck muscles are spasming and it takes flexeril to get them to stop.
Day two - Thursday
I don't really sleep more then 1 or 2 hrs at a time. Stupid gas bubbles but when I do wake I wake to a fever of 102. Call the doc and was told to come in to see here. Well, she is called to emergency surgery so they only do a blood draw and send me home with a Z-Pack. I have a nasty lung/sinus thing starting so I hope that is what is wrong and let it go. I spend most of the day sleeping and feeling really ill. I still have not ate other then a few crackers. All food tastes rotten to me. Gas pain still killing me.I am thankful to have pain pills as life would be hades without them
Day Three - Friday
I wake up sore and with a lot of gas pains. Assuming it was my bodies need to poo I drink a glass of miralax. Well, I then spend the rest of the day with horrible gas pains and this nasty stuff leaking out me bum. I get a gas bubble stuck in my diaphram and debate the ER. After the advice from a nurse I lay on my back raise my bottom and then use my hands to push it out of its hiding spot. This hurt like hades but it worked so I am able to breathe again. My walks have gotten longer and more frequent. I am able to sleep on my side again and only wake up once this night. Sweeet.
Day Four - Saturday
Oh my, the pain was so bad I thought I was going to die (or it was wishful thinking) I barely make it to the loo before my bum explodes with plastic particles and the 1/4 cup of mashed potato's I managed to eat the night before. I spend a good 45 minutes praying that it ends and end up taking my first double dose of pain meds. Wow did that make me fuzzy...wooo...
I tried to make myself eat but it did not work so I got some ensure (eww) and have started drinking that. Hopefully in a day or two I start feeling a lot better and get back on the path to life.
Well, many setback later and one 3 day stay in the hospital later I am on the road to being back to my normal. I still have pain bad enough for a half a pain pill once every few days but I am sure that is me overdoing it.
This site has been a god send to me. Without it I am sure I would have done something crazy like cancelling the surgery or not going to the ER when needed....
Take care all
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