Post-OP Thoughts

Besides the fact that I wanted to kill whatever nurse was telling me "moaning won't help you feel better, now cough for me" (I suppose not a direct quote, I was in the surgery recovery area and quite out of it); anyways, besides the anger expressed due to being on a high dosage of god only knows what and being told what to do when moaning did help me (personally) feel better... Anyway, it f****** hurt to breathe! OMG. I knew my abdomen was going to hurt, it was going to hurt like hell. I knew that it was going to hurt to move, think or basically do just about anything. But the last laparoscopic surgery I went through (gall bladder) was painful, but honestly, I could breathe. I seriously did not see that coming. And it was bad. My O2 levels kept dropping because I couldn't do much but take very shallow breaths and it hurt so much I didn't really want to do that very often. They said this was normal, and it is worse for some people and better for others. By the end of the first day I was unable to talk, as I had realized that every got 100x worse whenever I would talk. Everyone seems to think this was a good thing. I seem to think they are jerks. Thank the heavens for pain killers. Although this lead to something completely different... itching... which was better, but it kept me up. Oh well, I dealt with that. I was up and on my feet within a very short time of me fully becoming aware of my surroundings as they said it would help accelerate the gas they used getting out of my system (and helping me breathe better). Oh well. I finally got to sleep the majority of the night. On the pain killers & CPAP it wasn't so bad.