I had an appointment today to get my nephostomy dressing changed and my honey drove me to that appointment. It needs to be changed every 2 weeks and in 2 weeks (June 18th) it will be taken out and internalized!) Here's to the power of Positive thinking! I was so impressed at my husband's attentiveness and making sure I was comfortable while waiting for that appointment,.
We did stop for lunch just prior to the appointment and my intestines were up to their usual antics of diarrhea and vomiting every 15 minutes. I brought my own TP and some hemi wipes to calm my poor bum! I was so miserable and finally after waiting for nearly an hour I went to see one of the receptionists to let her know that if we are not to be seen soon, we will have to leave and that I wasn't feeling well enough to be waiting for ever in the waiting room. She immediately called someone and a very nice caring nurse came out and took us in the back so that she could change my dressing. I had to sit in a wheelchair because if I stood up, my intestines would feel as if they were falling and I would have the immediate urge to have to go to the bathroom.
While my dressing was being changed, my stomach and intestines started churning like crazy and I almost vomited right on the table. I held it together as best as I could . My honey massaged me and held my hand while she continued to change my dressing. It was kind of painful getting all the tape off of my back and then my itchy, itchy back from where the tube was coming out.
The nurse and my husband spoke and he told her of how he cared for me when I had to have the feeding tube, more wounds to change and so much more. I cried some more as I heard him telling her of all the great things he has done for me. She asked me how I was doing and I told her I'm just crying because I love him so much and all that he does for me. He touches my heart in all the right places.
Finally after the dressing was changed, the nurse and my husband helped me into the wheel chair and on to the first restroom we could find. I vomited up most of my lunch as I sat on the toilet with severe diarrhea (mostly from the antibiotic). It has been seeming strange that these muscle spasms are doing this; maybe there is some flapper thing in my stomach that causes this; something is malfunctioning? It's just the strangest that when I push to go the bathroom, vomit comes up and uncontrollably. It's so incredibly frustrating and I hate puking so much! My tummy even feels like I have done thousands of sit-ups; not good especially after having this last surgery.
After this episode, I felt as if I had been hit by a bus; I did not feel good and just wanted to go home and go to bed. My honey pushed me in the wheel chair outside to take me to the car. On our way out, my doctor just happened to be sitting on one of the benches outside and we got to question him about this weird thing (vomiting and diarrhea). I was so glad we bumped into him and he suggested that I get off the antibiotic and see what happens. My doctor was concerned about more infections developing and that if this continues I might need to see a specialist.
When I got home from that appointment, I just went upstairs and slept for several hours while my honey cleaned and boxed things up things in order to get ready for my new flooring. It should be arriving in a few days. Bless his heart and he doesn't want me doing anything that requires too much energy. I did get to sit down with a huge, huge pile of junk mail, old bills credit card applications, and old paperwork and just shredded all of it. Paperwork tends to pile up and with the home improvements, we are just getting around to reducing. It's amazing how much things you save over the years and then those piles go somewhere until years later. Anyway still trying to heal and just getting anxiety worrying about if I will be ready to return to work on the 23rd of June. I still feel cut-up inside after nearly 3 months after that surgery. It's frustrating to still feel so much pain. I hope I am able heal soon!)
We did stop for lunch just prior to the appointment and my intestines were up to their usual antics of diarrhea and vomiting every 15 minutes. I brought my own TP and some hemi wipes to calm my poor bum! I was so miserable and finally after waiting for nearly an hour I went to see one of the receptionists to let her know that if we are not to be seen soon, we will have to leave and that I wasn't feeling well enough to be waiting for ever in the waiting room. She immediately called someone and a very nice caring nurse came out and took us in the back so that she could change my dressing. I had to sit in a wheelchair because if I stood up, my intestines would feel as if they were falling and I would have the immediate urge to have to go to the bathroom.
While my dressing was being changed, my stomach and intestines started churning like crazy and I almost vomited right on the table. I held it together as best as I could . My honey massaged me and held my hand while she continued to change my dressing. It was kind of painful getting all the tape off of my back and then my itchy, itchy back from where the tube was coming out.
The nurse and my husband spoke and he told her of how he cared for me when I had to have the feeding tube, more wounds to change and so much more. I cried some more as I heard him telling her of all the great things he has done for me. She asked me how I was doing and I told her I'm just crying because I love him so much and all that he does for me. He touches my heart in all the right places.
Finally after the dressing was changed, the nurse and my husband helped me into the wheel chair and on to the first restroom we could find. I vomited up most of my lunch as I sat on the toilet with severe diarrhea (mostly from the antibiotic). It has been seeming strange that these muscle spasms are doing this; maybe there is some flapper thing in my stomach that causes this; something is malfunctioning? It's just the strangest that when I push to go the bathroom, vomit comes up and uncontrollably. It's so incredibly frustrating and I hate puking so much! My tummy even feels like I have done thousands of sit-ups; not good especially after having this last surgery.
After this episode, I felt as if I had been hit by a bus; I did not feel good and just wanted to go home and go to bed. My honey pushed me in the wheel chair outside to take me to the car. On our way out, my doctor just happened to be sitting on one of the benches outside and we got to question him about this weird thing (vomiting and diarrhea). I was so glad we bumped into him and he suggested that I get off the antibiotic and see what happens. My doctor was concerned about more infections developing and that if this continues I might need to see a specialist.
When I got home from that appointment, I just went upstairs and slept for several hours while my honey cleaned and boxed things up things in order to get ready for my new flooring. It should be arriving in a few days. Bless his heart and he doesn't want me doing anything that requires too much energy. I did get to sit down with a huge, huge pile of junk mail, old bills credit card applications, and old paperwork and just shredded all of it. Paperwork tends to pile up and with the home improvements, we are just getting around to reducing. It's amazing how much things you save over the years and then those piles go somewhere until years later. Anyway still trying to heal and just getting anxiety worrying about if I will be ready to return to work on the 23rd of June. I still feel cut-up inside after nearly 3 months after that surgery. It's frustrating to still feel so much pain. I hope I am able heal soon!)
1 comment:
Positive Kharma sending your way, always!!!! Hang in there girl! you do have a wonderful husband! Always pray for you! 8)
Crystal
Post a Comment