Surgery tomorrow (Page 2 of 3)

I think NELA will be happy to see that we've all been hanging out chatting about corn and world affairs in the "waiting room" while he's in with the docs.    We look forward to hearing from ya NELA, when you're back to it.

Hmmm... I always thought of Greece as my salvation location should anything go awry and I need to jump country (ya know, being 1/116 Greek and all and able to properly pronounce Gyro).  Now I'll just have to plop a tent next to Roger's camper if something goes wrong.  That wouldn't be too bad I suppose. 

Must feel a little like Darla of "The Little Rascals" show to you around here
sometimes, huh Amy?

Okay y'all, I updated my Post-It to say "wait to hear about NELA" and back it goes to the frame of my screen.

Thanks!

Bill

Well. I'm back but just barely. Had a rough time of everything. The hernia surgeruis were a whole lot tougher than what was expected. Instead of having only 2 areas to correct the doctor had to remove all the the scar tissue from the previous surgery, pull and sticth the muscle tissue back into place then cover with a mesh to strengthen the exposed stomach muscles. The old scar was just over 14" long and, per the doctor, was ready to completely seperate. Most of the stomach muscles were only held in place by the skin on my stomach. This surgery was done on Tuesday and I was told that after recovery I could go home after I was able to empty my bladder. That did not nappen until Wednesday afternoon. After I got home I was still in a lotta pain and started having trouble breathing. My wife brought me to the emergency room where a battery of tests was run and it was discovered that my stomach and small bowel had not "woke up" from the surgery and that there was a "gas pocket" in my stomach causing me to hurt and to have the breathing problems. So my stomach was pumped to relieave the gas pocket and I was fianlly admitted to a room at 7:00am on Thursday morning. Then things turned really bad. Thursday afternoon I told my wife that I was hot and for her to uncover my feet and legs from the bedcovers. While she was doing this I tiold her that my left foot was asleep and she replied it was freezing cold. She felt up my leg about halfway between my ankle and knee and my leg felt ok. Well a nurse happened to be standing there and heard all this. She left the room and came back with a sonagram and started listening for a pulse on my foot. This was 1:00pm. All hell broke loose, nurses started running and the next thing a trauma team was in the room. My left foot had went into temporal artery system emboletectomy. In other words I had a massave blood clot in my left leg and my foot was dying. Emergency surgery was proformed at 3:00pm and so far my foot was saved. I was released from the hospital, today, and am at home still with the belly pain but walking. I'm walking very slowly but I am walking. My doctors are amazed that I could have a blood clot in my leg the size I had without any pain but I never felt anything. Anyway, I'm hurting, I'm tired but I'm back.

Nela

Hope things soon get better ,stomach surgery is very uncomfortable ,it is two months now since mine and I still feel discomfort ,just take it easy and get well ,each day you will feel a litle beter.

Great to hear from you NELA but just take your time, theirs nothing more important than your health and wellbeing.

Nela it has been a rough time for you. Take it easy and slow. I'll keep you in my prayers.

I'll try to update l When I can. I'm sick and so giv ot

n

Good heavens, man ...

You've done been drug through a knot-hole sideways. I hope the docs have got you fixed up proper now, and that you can finally mend up the way things are supposed to be. Thinking of you, ol' buddy!

Its hard to keep a good man down so i think you will get through this well but slowly.
God Bless.   b

Amazes me how you can go through so much, be in so much pain and still have a sense of humour. NELA your a star.

Man's got some stones (figuratively speaking, of course) to keep a sense of humor when it's obvious he feels like 3 pounds of sh*t in a 2 pound bag. I respect and admire you for that, my friend.

I also respect and admire your wonderful wife and son for standing in for Dad in getting the harvesting done. Here again, it shows what y'all are made of: "True Grit from Salt of the Earth" folks, to steal a couple of lines.

Don't know where you're from originally, NELA, but it sounds like to me you come from a very strong family and are no stranger to hard work, am I right?

So if you can, try to do with a sponge bath for those 10 days, buddy. Having worked in the medical field, I've seen many a patient come back for "repair work" on the surgery he or she just had because they did too much too soon. Please think about it and try not to put any kind of strain on that site, please. You don't need whatever got fixed to pull loose. Not telling you your business, ya' ol' "Ragin'Cajun", just offering a little advice, okay?

If they did their job right, your respiratory therapist should have given you a little apparatus called an "Incentive Spirometer" or at least taught you how to "splint" your stomach with a pillow as you practice your deep-breathing? Doing these exercises is the BEST and fastest thing you can do to get back on your feet and back playin' that "Git-Tar" and keeping us straight!

I'm gonna tell you a joke now, just to make you feel better, not to make you laugh - I'm no sadist - but get that pillow ready just in case.

You know what they say about blind prostitutes, buddy? Ya' really gotta hand it to 'em.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tg0BNTebcbY

Your Pal,

Bill