My hubby made me his slow cooked soft scrambled eggs. He chose a small egg from the ones we get from our friend who raises chickens.
It was delicious, and I kept it down but- I’m not ready for eggs regularly. As much as I chewed, and as little as I had, some did tend to stick in my throat. Since I’m not supposed to drink with my food, it was … Interesting. I was slow in finishing it, and after went to make more turkey and carrots. I got halfway through that when
SURPRISE! I felt full. Full physically like if I had one more bite, it would be in my throat. I stopped. The pouch works! Then I set the timer on my Baritastic app for 30min. After 30min, I could sip water again.
I’m one week PostOp now. Whew, made it! It’s been a rollercoaster.
Friday we got home and I used the pain meds well. Did not meet drinking or protein goals.
Saturday I did a little better with protein:
The next day my hubby made homemade broccoli soup. I took just the broth and added it to a scoop of unflavored protein.
It was ok. I felt full by the end. This was 4 oz. I made another for the fridge. The next day I heated it in the microwave and it changed into a weird custard like consistency. I didn’t eat it. Now I know.
Monday I had a visitor from school and she brought me a gorgeous basket from the faculty:
I also got out of the house. Doc said no driving for 2 weeks so my hubby drove. I had to meet my sleep doctor and take my APAP machine in. Even tho it’s new and lighter than my old one, it seemed really heavy. I wish my hubby had carried it more for me- which he would have if I’d asked, but he had errands too.
From there we went to Vida Flo Hydration Station. If you’ve never heard of it, it’s a place where you can go and get an IV bag administered by nurses for about $59. Cheaper than the ER, right? I went before surgery and loved it and became a member. Well Monday was not my day. I was so dehydrated they couldn’t find a vein, despite trying 3x. I have hard to find veins, so I’m used to it, but was disappointed.
That night I start increasing my water purposefully. The next paragraph is a bit graphic. You’ve been warned
Tuesday- oh joy! (Sarcasm) my bowels decided to wake up. The next 48 hours I would not wish on my worst enemy. Combination of opioid painkillers and zofran for nausea and dehydration had been bad. The crud inside was so dry I put on a glove and dug bits out. I tried miralax, MoM, Dulcolax suppositories, and even an enema. It was painful and gross. Wednesday the MoM got things more liquid, but there were 2 left bricks left. Over the course of the day they finally worked out, but not before making me really sore in the process. If you’re reading this, consider when you get home to wean off the strong pain pills when you can, increase water, and put some miralax in your water each day. I’m not a doctor, but I wish someone had told me this, or that I’d read about this somewhere.
Today I was talking with a midwife friend about how my hubby volunteered to get me some PrepH. She suggested I find a maxi pad or panty liner, wet it, pop it in the freezer for a few. Ahhhh. Better than a kiddie pool! Really helps reduce swelling today.
So for the past three days I’ve been getting 64oz of water in, and 60g of protein. Tonight I even had more broccoli soup with cheese sprinkles:
I’m including some photos of my stay. There were about 30 patient rooms total, each with capacity for 2 patients. Photos above are the ground floor and waiting area.
This was my preOp and postOp room. There was a huge bathroom with shower just off of this as well. The hose you see over the bed piped warm air to my cold feet, under a blanket. I was prepped here and Dr Westmoreland came in, joking about my last chance to change my mind. He also prayed with me.
I was having a good dream about Wonder Woman when I woke up in post op. All these sensations hit at once. Pain, nausea, and I had very high blood pressure. My husband held my hand the entire time and was my anchor. Eventually they took me to my regular room.
Most of the afternoon I looked like this:
Dear hubby went back to the hotel to get dinner no some rest. I would see him at checkout the next day. Every nurse was sweet and young and so helpful. I couldn’t get over the difference from our local hospital where I’d had my hysterectomy. It was like they were all family.
About 3:30am I got up for another hallway walk and was rewarded with this: