Turns out, it was six hours and at this point, I was beginning to feel a terrible pain in my abdomen. It was getting worse and worse, so I started telling the doctor I had to move. I could not take it any longer. They set everyone into a panic. People running around everywhere, asking me if I wanted more pain medicine. The doctor telling me not to move. All the other doctors and nurses gathering supplies. I have no idea what for, but the doctor kept saying I need this, and I need that, and they would try to find it. This is where the large barriers come into play.
One of the nurses, from the other room, did ask me if I need to pee. I said I already had. They began moving the big screen and as soon as I they lifted it up, I started urinating into the bag. Felt like I went a lot, but I never found out. When I was finished, the pain was gone. It would seem that when they put the barrier in place, they had placed it on my bladder or somewhere where it was blocking me for voiding. As soon as they lifted it, everything was free, and it relieved my pain. I know, a horrible story to tell in here, but it is important because that effectively ended the operation. Since they had apparently backed everything out and were ready to let me move, they decided not to go back in and complete whatever it was they were trying to do.
I took another half an hour to get everything removed and make me stable, but the doctor was finished, and he came up and talked to me. He said it was a win and a loss. He got some blood flow back but was unable to completely clear the blockage. Plus, he never got around to clearing the other blockage he had planned to do. If I had not said something about the pain, there is no telling how much longer I would have been lying there. And you think, now that the actual operation was over, the torture would have ended. No, no, no, no, no. We have a long way to go.
I am actually do this entry back at work on Monday. Did not get a chance to do it on the weekend at home. It is now time for me to work, so this will be completed at a different time. Just a warning about optical illusions that may or may not occur.
I was having a look at the statistics on the blog and started reading some of the old ones. I miss them.
It is almost 8:00 and there about a dozen girls in here, none of them want anything from me but since it is pouring rain, I assume they come in here to be out of that. And as soon as I typed that, several of them came up to see me.
OK, next day and I am tired of writing this epic about my premature write-off. I'll try to wrap it up as soon as possible. The way I am going is it will be a couple of more entries. I will try to complete in less.
They moved me from the metal table to a bed. Hard to do as I was not allowed to move. Two people held me still and three slid me to the other bed. Then they rolled me over so they could get the bloody sheets out from under me. I would have thought rolling me over would be a bad thing but apparently you have to be highly trained to do that sort of thing. It was a lot more comfortable in the bed. It had better be.
I had to remain in the bed, on my back, do not move for the next five and a half hours. That's right, 5 1/2 hours. They did slightly raise my head so I was not flat anymore, and I was on a mattress, so that helped, but I had already been on my back for 6 1/23 hours and now faced another 5 1/2 more. At least I was allowed to breath. Bad thing was, my catheter or whatever they were using to allow me to pee, I won't go into it, but it had fallen off during the move. I found out the hard way. From that point, someone had to hold a bottle for me. Enough said about that.
After 5 1/2 hours, I was ready for the next step. I seemed to recall that once the procedure was finished, every time in the past, they had removed something and then had to press on my artery in my groin for 20 minutes. I asked about it. She said yes, that is what they were about to do. I dreaded this part. There is a nerve right there where they press and when they do, they press hard. So first they removed what I can only describe as garden hose from my groin. This thing is about 10 inches long and about a half an inch around. There were two of them. I did not really feel them taking them out. I did feel the pressing. Twenty minutes of the nurse pressing on a nerve that hurt. It really hurt. It always has, every time I have had this done. But, after twenty minutes, she was done. No such luck. Now she had to remove the other one. That is when I found out there were two of them. So, twenty more minutes of pressing.
Finally, it was over. Everything was out and I was in recovery. No, no, no, no, no. Now I had four more hours of laying still so I did not rupture the veins or arteries. Four more hours of laying on my back. Not allowed to move. A living hell.
So lets try to add this all up. 6 1/2 hours on the table. 5 1/2 in recovery. 1/2 hour pressing on a nerve. 4 hours waiting for things to settle. Sixteen- and one-half hours laying on my back, not allowed to move, not allowed to breath for a lot of it. My back hurting, my butt hurting, my shoulder hurting and not really being able to drink anything. And awake the whole time, not allowed to sleep.
I am sure there is a lot more. I know there is, but I am going to have to work for the next few days and there will be no chance to finish any of this. I am going to close this and maybe talk about the aftermath some other time. For now, that will have to do.
Until next time,
Later
Remember
It will all be ok in the end, and if it's not ok, then it's not the end.
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