Showing posts with label surgery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surgery. Show all posts

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Once again, I "overachieved"

Sleeping as late as I want. Breakfast in bed. Not having to answer the telephone. Sounds good, right?

Not really. Not when I am in bed all day. And not when breakfast, lunch, AND dinner are in bed. And not when I don't have anyone to talk to all day.

SO, yesterday I tried to "speed up" the healing process a little bit. I thought if I was up and around, eating with my family, checking my work email, etc., I would feek better sooner.

And then I got so sick to my stomach that I threw up. NOT GOOD when you've just had abdominal surgery.

So my husband banished me once again to the bedroom. I can hear poor little Moses on the other side of the door banging to get in (he only gets to come in when Daddy supervises, since he likes to jump on Mommy). The poor little guy doesn't understand what is going on. We've shown him "Mommy's ouchies," hoping that he would understand that he needs to be gentle. I think he got the picture, but now whenever he comes in to see Mommy he wants to see my ouchies. :)

Friday, March 7, 2008

Not so bad...

Less than 24 hours after gall bladder surgery, and here I am sitting up in bed, checking email, blogging, etc.! I am very impressed with my surgeon and the nurses. The entire process wasn't really too bad. And once I found a comfortable position and was able to sleep yesterday, things got much better.

PLUS, it helps that I am being waited on hand and foot. :) K is one amazing husband.

And, Grandma and Grandpa came and took Moses to a hotel yesterday, so Kurt can focus on me. In the meantime, Moses is having a blast. They went and saw the new baby chicks at the farm store (once I figure out how to get the video from my phone to the computer, I will have to post it-- Moses went from gently petting the baby chick to smacking it on its head... it hurts when I laugh that hard!). They went to the mall and the coffee shop. They attemped to go swimming, but Moses was having too much fun making silly faces in the full-length mirror in the hotel room.

And the pain isn't too bad after all.

And here is the best part: the surgeon was able to identify some problems with my gall bladder that were causing it to not function. That means I WILL feel better after this!

All in all, I am feeling very thankful to God for his provision for our family!

Okay, that's enough sitting up time now... back to bed...

Friday, February 29, 2008

Ouch.

I've been "sick" for months. Literally. Severe abdominal pain and other symptoms I won't disclose. :) I think I have been through every test there is: ultrasounds, HIDA scans, colonoscopy, etc. And over the course of 6 months, the physicians still don't know what is wrong with me.

Last Friday, I got incredibly sick. I probably should have gone to the emergency room, but we were about 2 hours from home and I just really wanted to get home. The pain continued for 5 days-- at which point I was referred to a surgeon. It looks like they are going to remove my gall bladder (isn't this a pleasant post?!), but they first wanted to do some more tests (because all of the tests on my gall bladder have shown nothing-- I have all of the symptoms, but no clinical "proof").

Those tests were yesterday, and were by far the most grueling I've had so far. Both of my arms are bruised and sore today from an IV (to allow for a fast flow of fluid, the IV tube was as big as my small veins, and VERY painful....), blood test, etc. The worst was that, for a catscan and ultrasound, I had to drink 60 ounces of fluid in a two hour period of time. Have you ever had 60 ounces of fluid in a 2 hour period of time? NOT fun. I wanted to die right there.

But the worst part was probably the psychological aspect of yesterday's tests. If something shows up in those tests, it will mean I could have a problem with my reproductive system. At that prospect, I suddenly find myself desiring 12 more kids. And feeling guilty that we plan children (through NFP) around OUR schedule-- and not when God decides to give them to us.

Anyway, if I am non-existant on here for the next couple of weeks, you will know why! I've entered the "I'm sick every day until they finally remove this darn gall bladder" stage.