StretchL
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Yea, I said, "It's only a valve job..."
Yea, I said that I'm not too worried about it the first time or if I need a repeat...
THEN...
I went in for a hemmorhoidectomy this past Monday.
(Warning: Personal details to follow. But we're all friends here... The women have shared about menstrual issues around the time of surgery, there's been discussion about Foley catheters, shaving, and other topics not suitable for the dinner party circuit... so here goes..)
A simple hemmorhoidectomy... supposed to be "in by 6, out by noon."
As near as I can tell, everything went as planned during surgery. I came out of the OR, went into recovery for what I think was a few minutes, then into post-op where I waited for Noni to show up. She did, and they told me she could take me home as soon as I passed urine. "No problem," I thought.
Would that it had not been a problem.
After eight hours post-op I still couldn't pee, so they made good on the threat of a catheter. Not the easy, painless cardiac catheter that we all know and love, but the dreaded urinary catheter... the one that feels like they're making you into some sort of kabob for a tribe of drug-crazed cannibals who think that ritualistically impaling and eating your male parts will give them super human strength or insight into the secrets of the universe or something like that...
So as it was going in I screamed and yelled and generally scared the hell out of poor Noni, and nearly broke her hand (which I was clutching for dear life) in the process, and guess what? They couldn't get the damned thing into the bladder! The nurse said they were "encountering resistance" and they had to stop.
So they pulled it out (not as unpleasant as it going in, but not fun), called the doctor, and she gave it a try... (the first time was a "Patient Care Technician" who was a wonderful woman and seemed to know what she was doing and who I harbor no ill will toward even after what she did to me...)
So OOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! Here we go again!! Goodness gracious that's not something I would wish on my worst enemy! Noni said she'd not realized that I could be in such pain. I know I screamed like a banshee.
FINALLY they got it all the way in and a liter (!) of urine came out... obviously I needed to go badly and the Catheter of Doom was a necessary evil...
So they ended up keeping it in with a Foley overnight, keeping me in the hospital, still waiting for me to be able to pass urine the old fashioned way before I could go home.
Monday night wasn't pleasant at all. The catheter hurt like hell, the pain killer they had me on gave me a splitting headache and made me feel completely run-down, and I barely slept.
Tuesday morning they took out the catheter, and left me on my own. Within a few hours I finally peed. Of course THAT wasn't a pleasant experience itself, and felt like someone was pouring acid down my urethra.
But at least I got the waters flowing and was thus spared from the doc's final option to get me to pee- sending me home WITH THE CATHETER IN PLACE for a couple of weeks!!! A fate worse than death...
So finally, 36 hours after my "day surgery" I went home. Still feeling weak as a kitten, drowsy, with a splitting headache, and stayed that way until this morning (Thursday), when I finally got out of bed for more than a few minutes, and started doing some work.
I guess the point to all this is that, well, a hemorrhoidectomy is supposed to be a simple thing!! I have a HEART VALVE REPLACEMENT scheduled in 6 weeks!!! And I'm afraid to ask this question, but...
The valve job CAN'T be worse than the hemorrhoidectomy, can it???
Yea, I said that I'm not too worried about it the first time or if I need a repeat...
THEN...
I went in for a hemmorhoidectomy this past Monday.
(Warning: Personal details to follow. But we're all friends here... The women have shared about menstrual issues around the time of surgery, there's been discussion about Foley catheters, shaving, and other topics not suitable for the dinner party circuit... so here goes..)
A simple hemmorhoidectomy... supposed to be "in by 6, out by noon."
As near as I can tell, everything went as planned during surgery. I came out of the OR, went into recovery for what I think was a few minutes, then into post-op where I waited for Noni to show up. She did, and they told me she could take me home as soon as I passed urine. "No problem," I thought.
Would that it had not been a problem.
After eight hours post-op I still couldn't pee, so they made good on the threat of a catheter. Not the easy, painless cardiac catheter that we all know and love, but the dreaded urinary catheter... the one that feels like they're making you into some sort of kabob for a tribe of drug-crazed cannibals who think that ritualistically impaling and eating your male parts will give them super human strength or insight into the secrets of the universe or something like that...
So as it was going in I screamed and yelled and generally scared the hell out of poor Noni, and nearly broke her hand (which I was clutching for dear life) in the process, and guess what? They couldn't get the damned thing into the bladder! The nurse said they were "encountering resistance" and they had to stop.
So they pulled it out (not as unpleasant as it going in, but not fun), called the doctor, and she gave it a try... (the first time was a "Patient Care Technician" who was a wonderful woman and seemed to know what she was doing and who I harbor no ill will toward even after what she did to me...)
So OOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! Here we go again!! Goodness gracious that's not something I would wish on my worst enemy! Noni said she'd not realized that I could be in such pain. I know I screamed like a banshee.
FINALLY they got it all the way in and a liter (!) of urine came out... obviously I needed to go badly and the Catheter of Doom was a necessary evil...
So they ended up keeping it in with a Foley overnight, keeping me in the hospital, still waiting for me to be able to pass urine the old fashioned way before I could go home.
Monday night wasn't pleasant at all. The catheter hurt like hell, the pain killer they had me on gave me a splitting headache and made me feel completely run-down, and I barely slept.
Tuesday morning they took out the catheter, and left me on my own. Within a few hours I finally peed. Of course THAT wasn't a pleasant experience itself, and felt like someone was pouring acid down my urethra.
But at least I got the waters flowing and was thus spared from the doc's final option to get me to pee- sending me home WITH THE CATHETER IN PLACE for a couple of weeks!!! A fate worse than death...
So finally, 36 hours after my "day surgery" I went home. Still feeling weak as a kitten, drowsy, with a splitting headache, and stayed that way until this morning (Thursday), when I finally got out of bed for more than a few minutes, and started doing some work.
I guess the point to all this is that, well, a hemorrhoidectomy is supposed to be a simple thing!! I have a HEART VALVE REPLACEMENT scheduled in 6 weeks!!! And I'm afraid to ask this question, but...
The valve job CAN'T be worse than the hemorrhoidectomy, can it???