I'm so happy to be back in my own home! Don't get me wrong, I love the team of nurses and my surgeon at St. David's North, but cuddling dogs in-between dashes to the bathroom is preferable.
My pain level is pretty manageable. As long as I'm not engaging my stomach muscles, I'm at a 0. But having to get out of bed so many times to use the bathroom made me pretty tender. I'm sure I'll be getting used to it.
They were trying to do a dance with meds, one I was on to wake up bowels and after three days of no gas or pooping they gave me a softener with a light laxative in it and then I hit the yucky burning squirts state.
Running for the toilet every 15 minutes for at least four hours.
This morning while I was waiting for discharge, I ordered a barrier cream to literally save my ass and some non-toxic wipes so I didn't have to use dry toilet paper. The hospital had what our family refers to as "end of days toilet paper," which is basically like wiping your ass with fine grit sandpaper.
I also ordered extra-long panty liners with wings for the times I just can't get there soon enough.
My wound with the purse string stitch method looks better than the first time I saw it. I think it will close on its own in a week or less.
The worst part of getting home was my hubs getting pulled over for speeding because I was worried I was going to poop my pants in his truck. We are 45 minutes from the hospital. This particular Texas State Trooper gave absolutely zero fucks when I explained I just got out of the hospital and it was a bit of an emergency to get home involving zero control over my bowels. He kept us on the side of the road for 20 minutes, and I thought for sure it was all over. Of course, because I'm a baby, I burst into tears when he's explaining the ticket because I desperately want to get home, and I feel bad hubs got a ticket because of me. He could have cared less. I guess it's his job, but man, cutting someone some slack every now and then would be a nice thing to do. Luckily, I squeaked into the front door of our house just in time.
I'll post wound pics soon so you can see what it looks like after.
That's all of my update for now! Time to sneak the least smelly dog into bed before my husband realizes what I've done.