Saturday, June 23, 2007

*Groan*

Yes, it is 3am and I'm online. I can't sleep anymore right now. Napped during the day and am fairly uncomfortable. So I thought that I would post an update since I am finally up to sitting and walking.

First off, I am miserable. Miserable. But thankfully "miserable" is tons better than "Death warmed over", which is where I was at before.

I had the surgery to fix my hiatal hernia Wednesday and was released from the hospital Thursday afternoon. My whole torso is bumpy and swollen, it hurts every time I drink anything and just the thought of solid food makes me feel like throwing up. I'm also still suffering from all the gas they put inside me to perform the surgery, so my muscles are sore, I keep burping and passing gas (just what you wanted to know, right?), and when I feel nauseous, I don't throw up so much as dry-heave out more air.

My left hand is swollen where the IV "infiltrated" and a little further up the arm is bruised and tender from the first two unsuccessful IV's they tried to put in me. And my shoulder are sore from where the gas decided to camp out. I also feel like I have an icepack permanently attached to my body. Though at this point, that's not a bad thing.

All I can think about is that this pain must be similar to the after-effects of gastric bypass or lap band surgery. I can't imagine going through this willingly. At this point, I can't help but think that the cure is worse than the disease. I am sure that if I ever feel normal again, I will happy that I am hernia-less, though.

Anyway, about the hernia, the doctor said that the opening in my diaphragm was twice the size it should have been. Suck, huh? Also, apparently that sort of thing is genetic. My dad's dad had a hiatal hernia, so looks like that is where I got it from.

Have I posted before what they do during the surgery? First, they close up the hole in my diaphragm to the correct size, then disconnect my stomach from my spleen (there are some veins going from stomach to spleen), then they take part of the stomach and wrap it around to make like a washer so the stomach can't pull through the hole in the diaphragm again. Fun, huh? To accomplish all this, they cut me open in 5 different places around my stomach so my torso is all lumpy underneath the places. There is also swelling, particularly of the hole in my diaphragm, and that swelling restricts my esophagus meaning that I have trouble eating. It should take about 4 weeks for the swelling to totally go down.

Anyway, so I am alive, even though I might wish I were not. I hope I never have to do anything remotely as painful as this ever again.

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3 Comments:

Anonymous Claudia said...

Poor darlin', surgery is like this. After a while the words "non-invasive procedure" become very dear to you. Almost everyone I know in St. Louis, including choir people in Belleville and one of my pharmacists has asked after you. You are loved and prayed for lots, darlin', plus Simone won't move her butt from in front of the moniter, I'm sure that's a special greeting. It's got to get better, if it gets worse, you'll have to have you daddy kill someone! Love you lots and lots, Claudia

June 23, 2007 10:49 AM  
Anonymous Roselil said...

Aug!!! I have been a horrible friend and not done anhything to stay in touch lately. My hard drive crashed on the desktop where my home email was setup so I lost everything. Anyways, I hope you are feeling better by now and that you have moved up from miserable to just somewhat uncomfortable hehee - better yet would be if you were just peachy but I am being realistic here. I miss seeing you around the Diva board and would love to get some more recent news on your recovery and life in general.

July 06, 2007 10:52 PM  
Anonymous Han said...

I hope you are feeling better, Amanda... and Happy Birthday! Sending good vibes your way...

July 23, 2007 11:47 PM  

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