The day after my surgery, I was in a pretty good mood and ready to go home. I had been able to walk down to the nurses’ station sometime very early that morning. I had been able to eat dinner the night before, so breakfast wasn’t a problem. I just felt like I needed to walk more. By the time my mom showed up, I was ready to do just that.
We did a couple laps around, slow and steady. Ever since the first time I got out of bed, the nurse had me holding a folded up blanket against my stomach. This was advice I’d been given by several different people, including my mom. She had brought my designated pillow from home that morning, so there I was, shuffling along the hallways with my Jack Skellington pillow and my IV stand. I can’t tell you how helpful that pillow has been. I’m not sure what it is about it that helps, maybe just the bracing effect.
The surgeon arrived one more time and asked again what I was still doing there. I said I was ready to go, so eventually those orders came again. I don’t think I was officially discharged until about 11am. They gave me instructions, a prescription for painkillers, and wheeled me on out.
Most of that first day home I remember eating and sleeping. I had a little bit of a scare that night with feeling lightheaded when I was walking around again. Luckily, my mom was right there. I can’t begin to tell you what a help she was. I had tried to deter her from coming up for my surgery, but I see now that there is no way I could have done it without her. From helping me out of bed to making sure I was eating okay to cleaning my kitchen, she was beyond helpful. I spent most of the next couple of days back and forth between the couch and my bed. It was also just nice to have the company. We walked down the street one night, which felt good. We watched some Netflix. I was grateful to be able to relax.
My mom left on Thursday night. I was pretty nervous about being alone, though I was perfectly capable of handling things by that point. Every day I was getting better, it seemed. Noticing progress was nice. The pain from the gas they used to pump up my stomach with was pretty intense at times, so when that started to dwindle and when the gas itself started to disappear (normal pants!), those were all good things. I had been feeling pretty good most of the weekend. I wasn’t 100% comfortable and felt tired pretty easily, but still a lot better than earlier in the week. My boyfriend was nice enough to come and stay with me and force some Indiana Jones movie-watching upon me.
By Sunday, though, I had started to feel kind of gross. I have been eating pretty normally since I left the hospital. By normally, I mean that I haven’t seemed to have any bad reactions to things. I even ate pizza on Saturday, something I had been dying to do since I was told I needed to stick with low-fat because of the gallstones. My surgeon had told me there were no more restrictions on what I ate, though it was obviously wise to eat healthy and low-fat, etc. Sunday came along and my stomach started to ache. It’s ached on and off since.
Aside from my stomach, I have also had more problems with feeling lightheaded. Even while sitting down at times, I won’t feel quite right. This caused a bit of a problem yesterday when I went to Target for a few items and ended up feeling like I was going to pass out waiting in line to check out. I didn’t and made it to the car and off to get something to eat, thinking that maybe my blood sugar was low. I still haven’t figured out what is causing this feeling, but I do know that eating often and in small quantities has been helpful. This seems to curb some of the lightheaded feelings, though not all. I have been trying to stay well-hydrated also in case the problem lies in dehydration. Hopefully I can either figure out the cause of the problem or it can mend itself on its own soon.
I have also still been using the pillow for different things. I haven’t driven much since the surgery, but feel best when I have the pillow against me when I do. I’m sure that it looks strange to passersby, but it’s definitely helpful. I also use it at night. I still can’t sleep on my favored side (as I have 2 invasion points there), but sleeping on my back or other side require the pillow against my stomach for the most part. I keep it there partially to stop the cats from getting on my stomach.
After Sunday and yesterday being kind of a bummer as far as feeling goes, I woke up this morning with the intention of getting out to walk to hopefully feel better. It seemed to work pretty well, but that’s for another post. I am hoping that today is the start of more steady improvement to feeling normal again.
Overall, the experience so far could have been far worse. I am really grateful to everyone who has been so helpful or sent a card or a gift. My mom, friends, family, and boyfriend have all been really wonderful to me. I couldn’t be more thankful for that.
I still have a few days before I need to go back to work. I’m hoping to get to walking more, resting more, and hopefully be good to go once I have to be back in the normal swing. I have my follow-up with the surgeon on Friday, and I am hoping he clears me for all the fun things like working out too.