| It wasnt that bad! |
Date : 12-01-2008 - 02:41 PM - Readers : 1627 |
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First off, my wonderful ob/gyn was the one who told me about this site approx. 26 days before my surgery. Without it I would have been so uneducated. Not to mention the loving words and support from my hyster sisters is priceless!
I was very nervous the morning of my surgery, so I did take 2 atavan, which helped alot!
I did wake up with a pca. I did great, no complications, easy surgery for my ob/gyn, was able to extract my uterus and cervix vaginally, no lap needed. Left both ovaries!
Anyway, transferred out of recovery to my hospital bed at about 3pm, very groggy, lots of morphine, didnt really understand the self administer thing for the first few hours, had a catheter, a great nurse, and meds orally as well. Pretty out of it through the rest of the day, had a super nurse again from about 11pm - 7ish am the second day. She took out the catheter at about 6am, a bit of stinging with the first pee, but not bad, left in the iv fuids though which suck cuz it makes you pee so much more, but still had the pac. As well as tylenol, anti-inflamitory, oxycontin, all by mouth. At about 4pm the second day (24hrs or so later) they remove the iv including the pca. By this time I have a new nurse again, kinda stand-offish, but I feel like we have a good repetoire. I get oral meds again at the same time 4:30ish. anyway I guess reality of it is I have become so accustomed to narcotics that without the pac, the oral meds started to ware off by 6pm, by 6:30 I was starting to ask for my meds, the nurse was such a witch, nope, watch t.v, she says, try to take your mind off the pain, while by 7pm, I am sobbing in my bed, a different nurse hears me and gives me a warm blanket on my back and one for my tummy. My nurse peeks her head in my curtain at 7:30 and says, cattily, 1 more hour still. Remember I am in a room with 3 other women, with visitors,loud visitors, and a non stop ringing of an elderly woman's call bell right outside my door, I guess she rings it all the time so the nurses dont bother to answer. Okay, breathe through that!
I try calling my hubby, help me, he is panicking because I just dont lose it like that, he is calling the doc, office closed, emergency line puts him to the hospital and to the 6th floor desk (my floor) He is yelling, help my wife, help her.
At about the same time I finally run, like a bit of a mad woman, eyes swollen, crying madly, gown I am sure flapping in the back, to the nurses desk, I say, I need to talk to someone now, this is not right, the nicest asian nurse grabs my arm in shock, says what is wrong where is your nurse? I say, I have had 4 babies, 2 at home, I have had this pain form almost 10yrs, this is not right, why am I suffering.
So they give me my oral meds at 8pm about 25min early, and an ice pack for my head, because I have a huge headache, and something for neausua (sp?) Well surprise, I wake up at 10pm and puke everywhere and am in massive pain again. So finally they get the on call doctor, she comes and checks me out, orders morphine through my iv which is still in my hand, I pass out again, get woken up 2 hrs later for oral meds, and 2 hours later again for another shot of morphine.
The next day the same nurse is on again. I asked her if I could talk to her and politely told her that I had tried so hard to be a good patient, and i felt that immediately when I needed her she became very uncompassionate. I told my , I've had 4 babies, blah, blah story.
I guess it does come down to my body being so used to taking narcotics that I apparantly feel my pain more, and need more meds. I have been on 10mg oxycontin twice a day for 2 months, use the odd T3 for breakthough pain, possibly at the most twice a day. Before that i was on percocet approx 1 a day, bad days 2 a day, with also the use of T3's for breakthrough pain. What do you think?
I want to write a letter, is it me? Was the nurse in any wrong?
I am still happy to have had the surgery, just wish I had been more forcefull in knowing my own body, and my right in asking to see someone else.
So please, if you've made it to the end of my story, dont second guess the knowledge you have of your own body! Listen to it! Demand what you think you need! It is not in my nature to be forcefull and I wish I had been, you are the only one that can speak for yourself! Especially when your advocate cant be there.Dont forget it!
As a foot note, I am now 6 days post-op, and getting better each day! I would do it again in a heart beat!
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