As many of you on Adisc know I was in the hospital last week because of a back surgery. This post will be about how I felt, as well as some of the thoughts that where going through my head in the hospital.
On Wednesday I went in for my surgery. I wasn't very nervous as I had already had one flawless surgery on my back. When I got into the pre - op room they told me to change into a gown. While I was changing I went through the drawers in the room. I found some diapers and decided to take the biggest size I saw. When I had gotten out of the surgery and had woken up I had severe back pain (obviously). The anesthesiologist was standing over me asking me if I was in pain. I replied "YES" and he continued on to say "alright this may burn in your hand a little bit as well as as give you a little heart burn." When the pain medicine started working it was such bliss, I couldn't feel anything it seemed as though I had died and gone to heaven (not literally).
They wheeled me up to my room in the children's hospital and I was given morphine and Oxycontin every 4 hours. I continued my normal activity as if I were at home, well besides the fact that I was unable to stand or use the bathroom normally the first couple of days. I was and still am unable to poop . What I mean by continuing my normal activities I meant watching cartoons and playing with my phone.
The second day was much the same in the fact that I couldn't do much and I continued the same activities. The difference came at about four o' clock when a nurse came in and told me I had to get up and walk around at least a little bit before I could be released on Friday. So what could I do? I was in a lot of pain but got up and walked to the break room and made myself a hot chocolate. As I was familiar with the nurses and the rooms from the last time I had been there I was able to navigate the tricky hallways and corners without help from the nurses (besides the walking support and help with balance).
The third day was the most painful and hardest to get through yet. It was the day I went home. I was happy that I was going to get home however I was sad that I would not be able to see the nurses as they were very nice to me and I would have given anything to have them come home and take care of me.
This was my experience in the hospital I hope you guys enjoyed reading please comment and tell me what you think
I just wanted to share my thoughts in a place where there would be no judgment and without being criticized.
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