Posted 4/22/2022 9:39 PM (GMT 0)
Dear Everyone, Thank you again for all your comments and replies! I’m here to update you now on me: I had the surgery last Friday, on Good Friday. According to the surgeon and all the hospital nurses, “I’m fine,” meaning that I’m doing super well, and well above average. The hospital nurses told me they had never met anyone of any age as stable as me after surgery. What a complement. My surgeon said that my swimming kept me fit, which helped my recovery process. I guess I’m fit with all the swimming that I do, but I am 62 years old, and I have weight to lose. At the hospital, I was able to eat soft food straight away. Swallowing felt the same as prior to surgery. I almost felt like I had had no surgery at all. Of course, at the hospital, I was under very strong painkillers through my IV. I felt happy and stunned with how GREAT I felt after surgery. I could walk on my own to the bathroom. I slept well. I ate very well. And I felt pretty much pain-free. I was told I could just go home the following day, so I only stayed one night at the hospital. When it came time to leave, I had no patience to wait for a wheelchair escorted hospital exist, so I simply walked out on my own with my suitcase on wheels. No problems. Once I got home, though, I saw that my surgeon had prescribed not only the wrong painkiller medication for me, but also sent it to a pharmacy far away from me that was even closed due to the Easter holiday! I think he should have asked me where I wanted the medication sent. I had some left over unexpired pain killer meds from previous surgeries still in my home medicine cabinet, so I had to use those until he corrected my prescribed after surgery medication. Crazy. I finally got his corrected prescription, but found that he had prescribed not only too few amount of pills, but also his dosage was ridiculous. Pain had kicked in around the six abdominal incisions, and there was just no way I could survive on one Norco ever six hours, and I cannot take Advil because they give me ulcers, plus I tried that once and it did nothing for me. I spent days on end trying to reach my elusive surgeon to no avail. By nightfall of the second painful day, I finally reached my pharmacist instead, and got call backs from two of my other doctors. They all agreed that I should be taking two Norco pills every six hours, so I began to do that and felt like my pain was finally “managed.” However, since the surgeon gave me so few pills, I quickly ran out!!! Then I found other unexpired Norco tablets around my house and used those while I tried to reach my surgeon over Easter weekend. . . to no avail whatsoever. My surgeon never called me back. I would have absolutely died of pain had I not had my own unexpired Norco pills at home. How irresponsible of my surgeon! Absolutely insane. Then Monday thru Thursday came, completely unable to reach him. Oh wait, on Tuesday I went into his office to SEE him. He even saw me! He couldn’t stop praising how well I looked and was. He said I would have no scars and was recovering well. I complained about my painkiller problem, and to that he just responded that I should be off of them by now! WHAAA??!!!! What craziness. I told him that I could assure him that I was in terrible pain, unable to stand or sit for long, and totally unable to walk my dog normally. He just repeated that I should be off the pain medication by now. I was so angry at his attitude. I clearly was in pain, and the pain had not been properly “managed” since I left the hospital!!! No wonder I was still in pain. I had had six abdominal incisions etc. Instead of refilling my pain med prescription, he told me to go off the meds and that I could even start swimming again. WHAAA??!!! I was so upset that when I left, I realized he had still not refilled my prescription! I quickly called his office and told his Secretary that I had left without confirmation about my refill! It took the surgeon another day to finally respond to me, now Wednesday, but he didn’t actually fill the prescription for me until Thursday after midnight, after my pharmacy was already closed!!!! OMG. I was down to just one pill left from my own home Norco stash. At 7 am on now Thursday, five days after surgery, my husband finally picked up the new prescription for me, because I was in agony and could barely move! When he got home, I realized the surgeon ORDERED THE WRONG MEDICINE AGAIN!!!! He gave me Percocet, which gives me a bad reaction. I was in so much pain that I tried half a pill. This half pill gave in an instant loopy headache, and zero abdominal relief. I spent the rest of Thursday trying to reach the surgeon again. I was so angry. When I heard he was in surgery, I feared he would not get back to me. He didn’t. After taking my very last Norco pill on Thursday early morning, I was in excruciating pain the rest of the day. I finally got my regular pain management doctor to refill my Norco prescription, one I keep at home in case I’m in too much pain from degenerative disk disease. HE refilled my prescription, not the surgeon. I was in absolute tears, in bed, when my husband finally arrived at home with the correct prescription at around 5 pm. I called the surgeon’s office to tell them I had to get my medication from another doctor, since it was impossible to reach the surgeon. Moral of the story? Do not leave the hospital after surgery without the correct pain medication!!!! Absolutely awful. So now it is Friday, exactly one week after surgery, and my pain finally feels managed. Out of desperation, I also started to ice my bellybutton, because I had a hernia there too that he corrected. All of last night I had fresh ice over my belly button. By morning, today, the pain was GONE. The ice had done all the work. It is clear to me that the terrible pain I felt stemmed from the belly button surgery and not the Nissen Fundoplication whose incisions are all healed now. I’ve used my jacuzzi, got into my pool, and showered. I am feeling hopeful and happy again now. I’m icing whenever I can, taking it easy, and I’m down to one Norco pill every six or so hours as needed, instead of two pills. Anyway, it’s too soon to tell how quickly I’ll recover, because I won’t feel normalized until I no longer need the pain pills or ice. However, it’s good that I can get wet, my pain is currently managed, and good old ice is helping me so much with my belly button. Apparently the surgeon also found no hiatal hernia inside my body either. How strange is that? So he didn’t stitch anything closed. He just performed the Nissen Fundoplication. This could be why I’ve been able to eat so well, and I can also burp without any problems. It’s fun that I can even eat shrimp with cooked onions, and I get no gerd. Yesterday without the pain pills or ice was misery, and in that state I felt like a knot at the surgery site when I breathed hard, so I just tried to lie as still as possible. Today I no longer have that sensation, and for lunch I had TWO BOWLS of capellini pasta with tomato vodka sauce and parmegiano! Crazy! I must have been starving. I just listen to my body, and I eat slowly until I feel full. If I eat too much too fast, I just get this “no more please” sensation. So all in all, I’m really happy with everything, except for my surgeon’s general apathy regarding home pain meds, which is truly unforgivable, I think. I feel safe now because I now have the meds if I need them, and the ice works wonders! I’ll try to update this thread when I begin to feel crazy better. I remain hopeful!