Recovery

Sep. 28th, 2010 07:12 pm
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Today was the day I was supposed to be on Jeopardy! I will definitely be watching closely in January wondering how I would have fared against those contestants and clues.

I have all these staples in my belly now, and I don't think they get to be removed until I go for my follow-up visit next week.  Gross.

I am proud of myself for getting through my first MRI last week.  I have a spot of claustrophobia, and I've always hoped I'd never have to get one of those.  And it was worse than I imagined.  They taped my feet together, and the machine makes all these loud clanging noises.  And it took almost an hour.  I alternately chanted "I am stronger than my fears," and prayed, "Help me Mary, I am weak and scared."  But I made it through.  The one good thing is my head was near the end of the machine, so I could look back and see the room.

My throat is still sore from the tube they stuck down it during the operation.  Not that I can eat much anyway.  Its amazing how much fat the food in my house has now that I'm paying attention.  When Matthew went grocery shopping, all he could think to buy me for snacks was freaking saltine crackers.  Well, I think I need to be on a low-fat diet for only a few months.  And after, I will be very careful.  Of course, my gallbladder is already gone so it doesn't make much difference.

Biggie is back to nursing.  My hospital stay doesn't seem to have lowered my milk supply much.  I only pumped twice a day when I was in there, because I didn't have much liquid in me when they weren't allowing me drinks.

Recovery

Sep. 28th, 2010 07:12 pm
girafferty: (Default)
Today was the day I was supposed to be on Jeopardy! I will definitely be watching closely in January wondering how I would have fared against those contestants and clues.

I have all these staples in my belly now, and I don't think they get to be removed until I go for my follow-up visit next week.  Gross.

I am proud of myself for getting through my first MRI last week.  I have a spot of claustrophobia, and I've always hoped I'd never have to get one of those.  And it was worse than I imagined.  They taped my feet together, and the machine makes all these loud clanging noises.  And it took almost an hour.  I alternately chanted "I am stronger than my fears," and prayed, "Help me Mary, I am weak and scared."  But I made it through.  The one good thing is my head was near the end of the machine, so I could look back and see the room.

My throat is still sore from the tube they stuck down it during the operation.  Not that I can eat much anyway.  Its amazing how much fat the food in my house has now that I'm paying attention.  When Matthew went grocery shopping, all he could think to buy me for snacks was freaking saltine crackers.  Well, I think I need to be on a low-fat diet for only a few months.  And after, I will be very careful.  Of course, my gallbladder is already gone so it doesn't make much difference.

Biggie is back to nursing.  My hospital stay doesn't seem to have lowered my milk supply much.  I only pumped twice a day when I was in there, because I didn't have much liquid in me when they weren't allowing me drinks.
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I am home.  I had the surgery on Friday.  They were able to do it laproscopically, so I should have a short recovery time. Biggie is glad to see me and is nursing constantly, so he didn't forget about it when I was gone.
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I am home.  I had the surgery on Friday.  They were able to do it laproscopically, so I should have a short recovery time. Biggie is glad to see me and is nursing constantly, so he didn't forget about it when I was gone.
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I am home.  I had the surgery on Friday.  They were able to do it laproscopically, so I should have a short recovery time. Biggie is glad to see me and is nursing constantly, so he didn't forget about it when I was gone.

Gallstones

Sep. 24th, 2010 06:03 am
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On Saturday Matthew and I went on our first date since the baby was born. We went to Fogo de Chao, a Brazilian churrascuria (sp?) that is an all you can eat steakhouse. They give you a little chip and when you flip it to green, people appear out of nowhere with cuts of meat. Then when you want them to stop for a bit, you flip it to red. I told Matthew "I feel like I never have to eat again."

I went to bed early feeling pleasantly full, but woke up a few hours feeling awful. I threw up, but I still was in terrible pain. It felt like someone was squeezing my insides. Finally Matthew insisted that I go to the emergency room.

They did an ultrasound on my abdomen, and found a few stones in my gallbladder, and an inflamed pancreas. They told me that I had to be admitted to the hospital.

My numbers were extremely high. They quickly started going down, but were still so high that I couldn't have the surgery yet. Now they've pushed the gallbladder surgery back to Friday. I'm hoping that's the last postponement.

They keep asking me in  different ways if I'm an alcoholic.  Most people who get pancreatitis are.  But I'm not.  I didn't have my first beer until I was 22, and obviously in the last two years I haven't had many drinks at all.

I have not been allowed any food or water since Sunday. They have me hooked up to an i.v. I keep dreaming of donuts.

I miss my baby so much. Matthew is worn out trying to keep up with him. Children are not allowed on my floor, but they've been very kind transporting me to the front lobby so I can visit with Biggie, checking that all my drugs are breastfeeding safe, and freezing my milk.  I've never been away overnight from Biggie before. He's doing okay, but having a lot of trouble sleeping, which means Matthew is too.   He also won't drink the breastmilk I've been pumping for him.  He still nurses when I get to see him, but that's only once a day.  He's only ever had the milk from their original containers before. 

My brother Trevor and his wife drove down from NY Tuesday to help us out. He also lent me his laptop for the night, which is great. I haven't had any pain since Sunday, so I'm so bored just sitting around.  And hungry.

The surgery is supposed to be fairly simple.  They're going to do it laproscopically.  My cousin's wife called me and told me she had it and was back out jogging two days later.  But if they can't get it out that way, they'll have to cut open my abdomen, which would involve a much longer recovery.

So obviously I'm not going out to California next week.  They might reschedule me, but they make no  promises that they can.  And I missed jury duty again!

Gallstones

Sep. 24th, 2010 06:03 am
girafferty: (Default)
On Saturday Matthew and I went on our first date since the baby was born. We went to Fogo de Chao, a Brazilian churrascuria (sp?) that is an all you can eat steakhouse. They give you a little chip and when you flip it to green, people appear out of nowhere with cuts of meat. Then when you want them to stop for a bit, you flip it to red. I told Matthew "I feel like I never have to eat again."

I went to bed early feeling pleasantly full, but woke up a few hours feeling awful. I threw up, but I still was in terrible pain. It felt like someone was squeezing my insides. Finally Matthew insisted that I go to the emergency room.

They did an ultrasound on my abdomen, and found a few stones in my gallbladder, and an inflamed pancreas. They told me that I had to be admitted to the hospital.

My numbers were extremely high. They quickly started going down, but were still so high that I couldn't have the surgery yet. Now they've pushed the gallbladder surgery back to Friday. I'm hoping that's the last postponement.

They keep asking me in  different ways if I'm an alcoholic.  Most people who get pancreatitis are.  But I'm not.  I didn't have my first beer until I was 22, and obviously in the last two years I haven't had many drinks at all.

I have not been allowed any food or water since Sunday. They have me hooked up to an i.v. I keep dreaming of donuts.

I miss my baby so much. Matthew is worn out trying to keep up with him. Children are not allowed on my floor, but they've been very kind transporting me to the front lobby so I can visit with Biggie, checking that all my drugs are breastfeeding safe, and freezing my milk.  I've never been away overnight from Biggie before. He's doing okay, but having a lot of trouble sleeping, which means Matthew is too.   He also won't drink the breastmilk I've been pumping for him.  He still nurses when I get to see him, but that's only once a day.  He's only ever had the milk from their original containers before. 

My brother Trevor and his wife drove down from NY Tuesday to help us out. He also lent me his laptop for the night, which is great. I haven't had any pain since Sunday, so I'm so bored just sitting around.  And hungry.

The surgery is supposed to be fairly simple.  They're going to do it laproscopically.  My cousin's wife called me and told me she had it and was back out jogging two days later.  But if they can't get it out that way, they'll have to cut open my abdomen, which would involve a much longer recovery.

So obviously I'm not going out to California next week.  They might reschedule me, but they make no  promises that they can.  And I missed jury duty again!

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