I started back to work Monday. Other than being a little more tired at the end of the day, and the giant square of gauze taped to my lower right back, I’d never know I had surgery a week ago today. Tomorrow, I go back to the Surgeon for a check up and to have a stint removed. We will schedule Kidney Stone surgery # 2, for my left kidney, as well. That should happen in about 3 or 4 weeks. Once those two surgeries are out of the way, I can schedule the third and biggest one, to repair my hernias and intestines. Yay!
My Mom had knee surgery last Friday, 3 days after my surgery, in the same hospital, on the same floor, around the corner from where I was. This meant a couple extra trips to the hospital I had just spent two days in. I think we should be getting a family discount.
Other than all the fun family medical shenanigans, we have just been going to work and staying home, doing our best to avoid and/or survive the ongoing freezing temperatures that make leaving the house extremely unpleasant. The poor dogs struggle to answer their calls from nature as quickly as possible before their little paws start to hurt. We’ve had to retrieve them more than once, when they just get so cold they can’t walk back to the house and just stop and shiver and stare at us. It breaks our hearts. We are quick to scoop them up and run them inside, where we hold their little paws in front of the fireplace to warm up.
We will go on our first fun outing in weeks this weekend, when we head to CT to celebrate Jim’s [censored] birthday on Friday March 7th. There will be cocktails, great food, good company and board games…and shopping. It will be good to get away with Jeffrey and to see Jim again. Very good Indeed.
Whelp, lunch break is almost over and certainly, I’ve bored you all to tears by now, so I shall take my leave.
Be well, stay safe, find a reason to smile as often as you can. Thanks for sticking around Idle Eyes and coming back as often as you do. I may not have earned it, but I sure do appreciate it.
OK. I’ve been good for two days. Taking my meds. Staying home from work. Not lifting anything over 10 pounds (even my precious Rita Mae who is 11 pounds – 1 lb too heavy for Daddy to carry to bed, per our normal routine. *heart break*)
That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more.
In other words, I’m over it.
I need to get active. Get out of the house. Run errands. Do chores. Have cocktails and do the dance of the 7 virgins (“which he does completely from memory.”)
I can’t watch any more crappy movies or TV. I can’t spend another day moving between sofa, recliner and bed. I can’t eat any more microwaved or delivered food.
As I have declared it, so shall it be!*
*some restrictions may apply*
The surgery was a success and I am now stone free in my right kidney. I do have a new hole in my back and in my kidney, though. Everything comes at a price.
My 7:30 am surgery didn’t happen until about 10:00 am, due to an emergency surgery that took
Precedence over me, and some concerns with my EKG from last week. But the cardiologist examined and interviewed me and gave me the “all clear” to go ahead, so the stones came out. (Whew!)
All the doctors, nurses and techs have been awesome! Jeffrey was a doting, concerned husband, as always (we’re seasoned veterans at this sort of thing, after all.) I was shocked when my bf, Jim, walked in my room, having driven all the way from CT ( a 2 hour drive) to spend some time with me while Jeffrey got a break to go home, feed the dogs, grab some dinner and pick my Mom up from the airport. He brought me a teddy bear ( shown above) to keep me company, and stayed with me for a few hours, helping me out of bed, walking with me, talking with me and making me feel extra loved before heading back home tonight. What a guy, huh? Good thing I’m getting all this stuff removed from my body…I need room for all the love these two men keep heaping on me.
Jeffrey and Mom stopped by on the way home from the airport for goodnight hugs and kisses before heading home. Now I’m just reading until I’m tired enough to sleep.
Thank you for all the texts, e-mails and comments wishing me well and keeping me in your thoughts. Love you all for your thoughtfulness and concern.
Tomorrow, out comes the catheter, and home I (hopefully) go!
I have to be at the hospital at 5:45 am tomorrow for a 7:30 am surgery. I will be having kidney stones removed from my right kidney.
What can I say? This blogger knows how to par-tay!
Warning: Major Pity Party About To Happen. You may want to turn back now
It has been a rather harsh winter, with many more days of sub-zero weather and more snow than we’ve had in a while. I know I am a New Yorker and live in the Northeast, and I should probably be used to this by now, but this has been beyond what I’m use to experiencing and it has taken a toll on my psyche.
In an attempt to help push through the winter blues, and since this was the year we were to finally become debt-free (not counting our house mortgage) after 5 years of hard work and discipline, I (and my loved ones) planned a few excursions to look forward to in the upcoming a year:
- a long weekend trip to CT for Jim’s (my BF’s) birthday and a bowling fundraiser while we were there, in early March;
- a trip to Delaware for the 2nd Annual Bloggerpalooza in mid- March;
- a trip to Vermont with my Au Naturel social group in April;
- a trip to NYC to see Broadway Bares in June;
- a trip to Provincetown for Carnival, with friends, in August.
Oh, wouldn’t that all have been wonderful?
But things have taken a drastic turn. During a recent routine check-up, I admitted to my GI PA (Gastro-Intestinal Physician’s Assistant), “Phil”, that I had been dealing with constant intestinal blocks and discomfort on a monthly basis. This concerned him and he had me go for some X-Rays and CT scans. Those tests revealed two things: I had large clusters of kidney stones in my right and left kidney, and my intestines appeared to be twisted and contorted to a dangerous degree. He called me with great concern, urging me to speak with my Surgeon and my Urologist ASAP.
First I met with my Urologist, who had me do a second round of X-Rays and an Ultrasound, and confirmed I had a 2 cm stone in my right kidney, and a 2.5 cm stone in my left kidney. He went over my options for treating them, but opined that my best and safest option was surgical removal of both, so he referred me to a surgeon in his practice for a consult.
In the meantime, I met with my GI surgeon, who concurred with my GI-PA that surgery was needed to clean up scar tissue, sever adhesions, and try to untwist my innards; unfortunately, he also discovered two (and possibly three) hernias that need repairing, as well. So he referred me to consult with a Hernia surgeon that will work on me while he has me opened up to do intestine repair.
Then I met with Kidney Stone Surgeon, who agreed surgery was the best – and probably only realistic -option for me.
So, the end result of all these tests, consults and discussions is: I have to have 3 surgeries.
The first surgery (which will take place next Tuesday) will be to remove one set of kidney stones, which will require an overnight stay in the hospital and a week out of work recovering.
4 Weeks later, I will have the second surgery to remove the stones from my other kidney, which will be another overnight stay in the hospital and another week from work for recovery.
No sooner than 4 weeks later, on an as yet undetermined date, I will have a third surgery to clean up my intestines and repair my hernias (which will be done during the same surgery by two surgeons) that will result in a 5-7 day hospital stay and a 6-8 week recovery time.
Assuming it were possible to have these surgeries back to back, that would bring me into mid to late June before all my surgeries were complete and all essential recoup time has passed. Realistically, it will probably be August or September before it’s all said and done.
This is why, after discerning all the surgery, recoup and time requirements, I had to systematically cancel all of our reservations and plans and inform all of our friends and acquaintances that all our pans were now off the table for the duration.
This is hitting my harder than I was prepared for. The support of my bosses, co-workers, blogger buddies, friends and loved ones aside, I am reeling from the havoc this is all going to wreak on my professional and personal life, not to mention my body.
I am going to miss, bare minimum, 10 weeks of work in the next 5-6 months (assuming there are no complications and I heal super-quickly.) This is at a job I just started in December, where I was hoping to promote as soon as possible. It also means, once I return to work after the final surgery, all of my time will be completely wiped out and I will have to start from scratch rebuilding my time bank…again…for the umpteenth time in my 16 year career with my agency. Also, I don’t have enough time to cover all of this, so I will be relying on the kindness of co-workers to donate time and/or seeing what my short term disability will cover, if anything, and/or going without salary for whatever time I can’t cover with the time I have.
So, no vacations or trips for us this year, beyond weekend trips, at best. But the bulk of summer will have passed before I can even think about possibly doing something besides working or recuperating.
So I’m pretty upset, disappointed, dejected, angry, frustrated and downtrodden.
But I know this is the genetic mess I was born with, and all the things I’m having done need to be done. And, if all goes well, I may just come out the other end feeling better than I have in a very long time.
I get that. I do.
And I’m sure there will be a bevy of people all too happy to point out to me how lucky I am, and all the wonderful silver linings I should be seeing in the grey clouds hanging over my head. And they’re probably right.
But, for right now, I’m taking a moment to sulk and pout about all the things I am missing out on, trips I won’t get to take, and people I will not get to see because of this, and the possible negative ramifications on my career. Pollyanna has left the building…..for now.