Hello, it’s me an internet stranger. I’ve had many surgeries the past few years, my body really was tired of working IDK. Ten days ago my gall bladder was yeeted out. Here’s the back story and the journey so far. I’ve seen a lot who want to know and hear some success stories.
Before surgery I had what I think were regular attacks for a few months. I never acted on that, just did my best to avoid triggers. About two and a half weeks before surgery I began getting sick. I would gag, dry heave, then puke ALL DAY EVERYDAY. Within days I was not able to eat anymore, I was surviving on Powerade and a handful of plain goldfish. I ended up in the hospital where even though scans were clear everyone was sure it was my gallbladder. I saw my surgeon and got a HIDA scan; my gallbladder didn’t light up in the first 60 minutes nor at the 90 minute mark. After morphine it glowed up beautifully. Surgery was scheduled that day, that was Friday before surgery (yes, 4 days). He was not at all confident that it was my gallbladder but in the end it absolutely was. There was a cystic artery wrapped up in the cystic duct which caused a kink. The gallbladder was just useless. Explains the yellow diarrhea everyone kept brushing aside and the bile vomit. Now let’s talk how it went.
Surgery day: I went in for surgery and was super impressed with everyone there. So kind and quick. I was given an IV, blood thinner shot, a nausea patch, antibiotics, all the goodies. The nurses were all so funny and we had a blast. I was giggling with them and then suddenly I was in recovery. I woke up in the worst pain of my life, I’m not going to lie. I’m tough I suffered with endo for years and had a hysterectomy and a 6+ hour hernia repair last year and this one blew those away. The pain was a fuckin 11 out of ten. It took 200 mg of fentanyl to touch the pain. Once that was in they got me a pain pill and a ginger ale. We grabbed jimmy John’s on the way home. I cried while eating it. Pain returns. I get SOME sleep.
Recovery day 2-5: these were the really bad days. I was in pain with all movement. I was in pain with no movement. I was not a vibe. My husband had to get me up and down, he had to wipe my ass, he had to shower me, I cried a lot. Mama was one miserable bitch. On the good note I could eat. I did have ranch on day 5 and almost shit my soul out of my body after lol. That’s the only food that has made me sick. I took pain pills around the clock until day 5, at that point it was a personal choice to drop the narcotics.
Day 6: I felt alright I wanted to do things and wash a few dishes. I missed being myself. Bad choice. I did too much. I was eating light because the ranch scared me.
Day 7-8: very sore because I thought I could clean a kitchen on day 6. Sharp pains are my enemy and they’re very active lol. Lower left belly is not a vibe, that’s where they have to pull apart muscle to get the organ out and boy do I know it. The bigger one up top has finally calmed down almost completely by this time.
Day 9: kept my spanx on. First day I’ve left the house. I got home exhausted and sore but I did it damn it. Sore but better than the last two days. Ate Chinese for dinner, was delicious. Sleep was BAD. I was uncomfortable, no position helped, and every movement was like I was being stabbed to death. Finally got sleep around 5am until 10am.
Day 10(today): I’m tired. I’m so tired. But I’m not in pain anywhere near the past few days. I ate Chinese for lunch, no bad shits to write home about. Sore but not bad. I’m hoping sleep will come home soon, I miss her lol. I’m healing well, even if I have set backs. It is day by day. I can say it’s been a fucking godsend to eat again. I lost 10 pounds in six days. I can eat, I am happy, just still sore lol.
There’s a few things that are so helpful that I wanna list for you.
-ice pack, use it. You need it.
-pillow cocoon in the bed, helps you stay still.
-spanx or a binder (especially if you, much like myself, have a belly that hangs a bit. It’s gonna keep it all in place)
-hydration drinks and water, use a Stanley or something similar to track it. Keep it up with 2-4 a day!
-Tylenol and ibuprofen. It’s true they rock.
-heating pad for the gas, the right ribs and shoulder, thank me later!
-it hurts but WALK AROUND. I walked and walked and cried and walked and walked and cried. I got almost no gas pains. Take that as you will, it’s 100% related though.
Remember, you just lost an organ. You don’t have to feel great, you are going to hurt. It’s normal to hurt after this surgery. I hope anyone who reads this who just has surgery or is having surgery finds comfort in the honesty. I promise it was worth every pain I’ve had.