After the operation, a nurse come and wake you up, and take your blood pressure, heart rate etc. I was amazed how awake I was after, I didn't have my glasses so I couldn't see anything, but there was a lot of people walking, and people who just had their operation. I clearly remember that part, however, now that I think of it, I don't remember afterward, I don't recall them bringing me back to my room, or switching me bed. I remember waking up with my husband kissing my forehead, and to see his face was so comforting. I asked him what the doctor told him. Dr. Kives, told him that everything went very well, that they removed more then it was planned, instead of 2 fibroids, she had to removed 4 of them, which was also a surprise to her. One was the size of an orange, 2 was the size of a prune, and the last one was the size of a clementine, no wonder why I always felt like crap and I coudn't breath, nautious, or I was going to the washroom every 2 hours at night, and every 30-45 minutes during the day. I lost a lot of blood during the operation as fibroids are full of blood vessel, before my operation my hemoglobine was at 138 and it dropped to 68. Dr. Kives came out and told her concern to my husband as she new how concern I was to take someone else blood, thinking of it now, it was really thoughtfull of her to do so, as I did sign a approval form to received someone else blood in absolute necessary situation. My husband asked if they took all the blood that I have banked, and she said OMG I didn't realised she did this, so she ran inside and ordered for my own blood to be given back to me. I think few people realised that before an operation some hospital will let you store your own blood. This made me feel so safe, and I so appreciated the respect that my doctor had for me on the subject. After giving me back my blood my hemoglobine was at 115, which is not the greatest, but she said it was enough. It feel so good to be delivered of those fibroids, I always felt so fat because of the big bump I had in my stomach. Once I was awake enough they explain to me the morphine thing, I was able to give my own morphine, every 5 minutes you can receive a dose. I thought I pressed it a lot but once i was Discharge she told me I didn't. The only thing, is I couldn't never remember when I pressed it last time, so I pressed it a lot for nothing as if it is more then once every 5 minutes the machine wont release it.
The first night, I had a catherer and I will tell you this, it was so nice not to have to go to the washroom, everytime a nurse came I asked her for 2 cups of chips ice. Having lost so much blood I was so thirsty, so I think in total I had 12 cups, or chips ice. That was so smart of me, as the day after they removed my caterer, and from now one, hell started. I was a bit put off from the people beside us, I had a semi-private room and the lady didn't speak english she was spanish and the visiting hours was from 11-9pm. She had people coming in at 7 in the morning and they were talking so freaking loud, until 10 pm, at one point she had 7 peoples, we talked to the nurse and the nurse couldn't understand how the hell they were able to get in the room so early. After finally all people left, 2 more come until 10 pm, and I thought they were nurse, but then I heard them saying in spanish that the visiting hours were until 9. The nurse came and I told her, and she went to them, and said are you nurse from another department and they said no, and they pretended that they didn't know that the visiting hours were until 9pm. They finally left. The day after they did the same thing, but this time, I told them off, at 9:oo when all people left, 2 came in again, and I patiently waited for 5 minutes. I felt screaming in spanish, shut the f.. up. but hey I am a civilized person, so I said very loud, do you mind, I am trying to rest here, and visiting hours is now passed, they gave me attitude and said we are leaving anyway, and I said good. LOL So rude of them. All the nurse were amazing, they were so nice and patient, and great. It was really nice to be treated so well. I think the attitude you have though make a big difference. I didn't really sleep that night, but with my ipod it made a big difference, it help me to stay calm and keep my mind occupied.
The morning from 8 to 11, seemed so long and boring, I just wanted to see my husband, and hearing all those people beside was pretty annoying. My husband was pretty annoying at that as well, as he said that if he would have known he would have come way earlier then 11. Once they saw my husband they were quieter, I wonder why LOL
That day they removed my caterer and the great feeling I had not to have to pie during the time I had it went to the garbage, as now you have to get up and it is so painfull when you do, and you sit on the toilet and wait and wait and nothing happen. You turn the faucet on, thinking the water will help you, and nothing, very frustrating, the only thing that help me is I asked my sister to get me a glass of water with ice chip in it, and I slowly put drop and that water on my legs, it did help. Finally, but the thing is at first you pie so little, then you go back to your bed, and you need to pie again, so annoying. Specially that getting up from your bed will take you about 10 minutes, and getting in is even longer. It is so painfull, walking is also difficult as you canot walk in a straight position but you have to be bend down a bit, my back is killing me actually because of it. I am very thankfull for all the hard core workout I did, push up, shoulder, biceps walking push up, burpies, etc, as you really need your upper body to do everything.
From the minute I went back to my room after the operation, well maybe a couple of hours, I was hungry, I was told that I needed to pass gaz before eating. Not so obvious my friend, not so obvious. The nurse was so surprised I was already hungry, she said it was very very rare, ha! well welcome to Nadia's world were you are always hungry no mater what! LOL Finally Sunday morning I was able to get breakfast, they brought me the juice and I said nope, I can have food today, so I had to wait 1:30 for the new tray. It was the worst breakfast ever! I told them I was lactose intolerent, BAD mistakes, I should just have dealt with the bloatiness. Rice toast, you couldn't even chew it, neiter can you brake it with you hand, who eat that? Hard boiled eggs, EEEEEEEEWWWWWW! I tryed the cereal, corn flake looking, with lactose free amazingly disgusting milk, so I called my hubby who was on his way and asked for a bagel, I was able to eat one quarter of it, then during the day, I finished it here and there. Driving back home was very difficult as even if Randy was driving as slow as he could, every bump, every turn hurt you so much.
Once we got home, climbing the stairs wasn't as bad as I thought. But once I had to lye down, it was terrible, I miss the hospital bed as every part you can put it up or down. We tryed the bed, nope not possible, then Randy put pillows, and blanket on the futon, ouch! so He tought that if he put the matress of the futon higher, it might work, so he took some suit case out and put it at the end of the futon furniture and put the matress up, what a genius! I have been using it, as it is like I am in a semi position, at night to sleep thought the leather coach is better for me.
The most comfortable place in the house is the toilette LOL, I can sit and rest my back against the toilette seat.. so sometime I just sit there for 10-20 minutes. Pretty funny. At first Randy kept coming and asking if I was ok, then he knew better so he come only if I call him. The best moment yesterday is when I was able to lye on a bunch of blanket scrunch together on our bed and take a nap holding my husband hand with the windows open beside and the wind and sun coming in.
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