Not a Pretty Site......

I finally feel "me" enough to blog today.  First, I give God all the glory and praise for my recovery.  For me to say I had no ideal what I was getting into, or how much I was getting into is an understatement.  I share my thoughts in hopes of inspiring others, and to share we really are so much alike, but we all share the fear of living opened-hearted.  I know I don't appreciate being judged, labeled, or to be made feel like an outsider.  This blog is just me, being me sharing my happily, boring life.  No frills, mostly rawness, and I am comfortable with rawness, because it is life.

I will try to not ramble, but that is just me.  So my big day was July 14, 10:30.  Of course the surgery ahead of me went into overtime, the lady was an over-achiever she was having four procedures unlike me having three!  So I quickly named her the over-achiever and didn't mind waiting a couple hours.  I was in happy land anyway!  


My procedure began around 12:30.  The hysterectomy was up first and was routine until my bladder was ripped/clipped/tore which is not uncommon from scar tissue and etc.  Dr. Cleveland  came and "patched" it and carried on.  Then I had a colon resection, where six inches of my colon was removed and reconnected.  This is where the diverticulitis had been.   My stomach surgeon also did a hernia repair while he was there.  Around five or five thirty I  was in recovery.

I remember nothing until the next Saturday.  I had an epidural and I understand I was a comedian a lot of the time.  Embarrassing.   I asked random people if there we receiving disability, told several I sang with Kenny Chesney, asked for room service and said several things that are not nice at all!  My alter ego Chloe came out once or twice and let me just say I am sorry if you saw her!  She is something else!

Any woo finally the epidural was removed, and I began coming around.  Mark was really concerned because I was apparently way way out there.  I do remember saying things then almost immediately knowing it was crazy.

My blood pressure medicine was giving incorrectly so my heart rate got out of the normal.  However, I did go home on Sunday.  It may have been a tad too 
early but I was determined.  Mark has been the rock, caregiver, the voice of reason, (mine left), cheerleader, chauffeur, laundry supervisor, chief cook and bottle washer.  He has injected medicine in my stomach and fed me when I would not eat, without him I would be in a dumpster somewhere.

I am improving daily, but it has been a different adventure each day.  Monday I got up with intense pain from a pinched nerve in my left hip.  I do not mean just a little hurt either, I mean, screaming can't take it pain.  After being given the okay for the use of anti inflammatory medicine and my stomach surgeon calling in other medicines I am okay now.  I learned this is not uncommon either after surgery and stomach surgeries.  I thought I was going to John High's as my Daddy use to say!  And I was fine with that!   My sweet little Momma was here and witnessed the ugly, and never left my side.   Bless her heart, She is a trooper.   She has been here or I have been at her house since I have been home.

I have the staples removed tomorrow.  I am disappointed with how prehistoric they look.  It just seems to me medicine has improved so much, that staples should have also.  It is not like I am ever going to wear a bikini but my stomach looks like something you would see In a Halloween movie!