Reccouperating

The fistula repair surgery was this morning at 7:45am. My dad took me and we arrived at the hospital at about 6:15am. Too damn early for me. Let's just say I got no sleep last night. I went through the usual procedures before the surgery. Sadly, I've become a pro at this and know what to expect.

I became a chatter box with my surgeon in the operating room. Must have been the nerves. They decided to put me out on a separate stretcher and then once I was asleep, they were going to flip me over on my stomach and put my head in this squishy foam thing. One second, I'm chatting with my surgeon stating I was getting nervous and then I was out. I woke up an hour or so later in the recovery room having a hard time breathing. I was gasping for air. The nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and then gave me something to help clear my throat and lungs. It was much better after that. I was so out of it at that point though. I couldn't even open my eyes...

I saw my surgeon shortly after. He was blurry along with everything else; I was still waking up from the anesthesia. They really put me out this time, breathing tube and all. My throat was sore and I was just so out of it. My surgeon explained to me that everything went well and he was very pleased. He said that we'd wait about 2 months before having another pouch study. Then we can go from there to see about the reversal surgery again. So if things went well, I could have the reversal before Christmas.

Once I finally came back to reality, I was in so much pain. The surgery was done through my anus and I have a huge gauze shoved up there covered in tape to keep it in place. Feels like I'm wearing a gigantic diaper. I was in the recovery room till about noon then I was able to be discharged. I was hungry, in a lot of pain and still quite out of it. I felt sick to my stomach and my throat was killing me.

Now I'm home and obviously "with it" now to be writing in my blog. My butt is in bad shape. I have to keep it taped up until tomorrow. So painful. I can't lay on my back because it hurts to bad so I'm laying on my sides but then my hips are starting to really hurt and my legs feel tingly...fun fun. Stupid pain medication isn't working and I'm waddling around the house like a freaking penguin.

At least I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. What a great Christmas present it would be to get this bag off me and get this all behind me...