The last thing I remember was being brought into the OR and remembering how cold it was and I heard music in the background. Before you knew it the anesthesiologist came up behind me and put oxygen on. They must have put something in my IV to put me me under because before I knew it, I was out.
My first tiny memory I had was when I was being transferred from the operation room to recovery was me singing "Old McDonald had a farm, ei ei o". I honestly don't know how long it was till I was awake and aware of my surroundings. The first thing I felt was my wife giving me a foot rub. It was amazing. If I could ask anyway to be woken up, this would be it. On a side note they also had these massage leg massagers to put on your legs to keep my circulation going. See when you are in bed for days on end with hardly any movement, you become susceptible to blood clots. So this massage was one of the ways to avoid getting blood clots. So back to what I was saying, I felt Megan rubbing my feet. At this point is when I start to awake. When I first woke up after feeling this amazing massage I opened my eyes and Megan was at the foot of my bed. She was my first sight.
Everything was so scary. I looked over to my left and I remember 2-3 nurses playing with my blood pressure. At the time I didn't know why they all were on my left side. Later I was told that my blood pressure was not good. They were given me medication in my IV to help lower it. The pain hit and it hit hard. I was very loopy which was a good thing. I have a faint memory of this. I am sure if I wasn't all drugged up I would remember everything. I remember asking for another ice pack. The pain was terrible. I knew my surgery was going to be bad, just not how bad it actually was.
My mom and dad came in my room to see me. God they were so worried. I mean I understand why hello their only daughter just had major emergency surgery. I know I had surgery and I shouldn't be worried about others, but I was. See I am my mothers daughter and we have this incredible bond. My father and mother tried to get pregnant for seven years and also losing a pregnancy on top of it. Finally they got pregnant with me, I am their angel baby. So she empaths me hard, as well as I empathize her. So if I am anxious she can feel it vis versa if she is anxious I feel it. I am like that with a lot of people but certain people its a deeper connection.
I was told that originally my operation was going to be three hours. My mom and Megan explained to me what happened also my surgeon came in and explained what happened. I still ask questions now about it. It's crazy how you can push memories out of the way. It's not really a good thing to do. That can cause mental health problems. I suffer from PTSD now from surgery. So back to my operation.
I was told I was in the operation room for five hours. Yes you read it, FIVE. I was instantly shocked when I heard what the surgeon told Megan and my mom. As there information continues to get worse. The surgeon continued to tell them what went on through my surgery. He said it was worse then he suspected. My small intestine and part of my large were extremely inflamed. You know how he told me earlier that I had perforated my intestine ? Well infection was all through me. I had gone septic. So he had to cut the part out that was extremely diseased. He left what was active in there because you want to preserve as much bowel as possible. So he cut me wide open from underneath my chest to just below the pubic bone. In fact some of the scar I have now is on the top of my pubic bone. He took about 11 inches out of my small bowel and a couple centimeters off my large bowel and resected them together. I also had a fistula from my small intestine to my bowel. Now that accounts the pain I felt. Sepsis is scary, definitely nothing to play with. After finding out what happened to me,
There was a concert playing that night. As the nurses left and I was falling back asleep. Megan and I listened to the Tool. Oh how would I have loved to be there.
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