Monday, July 7, 2008

Oh, Poor Me!

Well, it's been ten days since my surgeries and I'm still not back to normal.
I was told by the docs that the surgeries themselves went well. The only exception being that my gall bladder was swollen, causing them to have to make a bigger set of incisions to get it out. No big deal. And the nose surgery went perfectly. No bruising or anything.
I felt like I was batting a thousand. I was told to expect quite a bit of pain, but for the first three days I didn't even have to get the pain pill Rx filled. Of course, I wasn't doing cartwheels but my recovery seemed to be going really great. Then out of the blue I started hurting really bad in my stomach. I just assumed the stomach ache was the pain I was supposed to be expecting. Then I noticed I was getting a little swollen. Well, actually very swollen. especially my feet. At one point they were looking a bit like water melons with pudgie pork sausages for toes.
Then as the pain got worse, I started losing control of my bladder. Talk about adding insult to injury.
I spent all day July 2nd in the emergency room, only to find out that I was retaining water, but they couldn't figure out why. They stuck a catheter in me to keep my bladder drained and sent me home.
Well, the cath did its job. The swelling went down and I actually lost 18lbs of water weight overnight. I felt a lot better except for the fact that I was forced to carry a sack of piss around.
But I fear things still aren't right. The urine is always heavily tainted with blood. I'm no doctor. Hell, I don't even play one on TV, but even I know that can't be good. I went back to the ER on July4 and they told me it was probably just some irritation and they sent me home with an appointment to see a urologist.
Whatever the problem was, it didn't seem to pass. Three days later my pee still looks like cherry Kool Aid.
I'm seeing the doc later today and I hope to get some answers.
I'm not in a lot of pain (except, I think I pulled a muscle in my upper stomach- nothing to do with the bladder thing) but I'm just so aggravated.
I hate having to carry this pee-sack everywhere I go. Not that I go any where outside of the house, who would want to go anywhere carrying around something that disgusting, like it's some kind of traveling museum exhibit.
I have a new respect for people who have to deal with things like this all their lives. I guess I should be grateful that it's not something much worse. But I'm only human , and therefore I'm allowed a few minutes of self pity.
Now that I've gotten all that off my chest, I'm actually starting to feel better. I guess bitching really is good for the soul.