(Please note: There a few pictures that show blood in this post. But you can’t actually see it coming OUT of my body, so don’t worry.)
I learned a lot this weekend.
• Those bee sting feelings I have in my legs? They’re more like electrical shocks really and it’s my nerves healing themselves. And those shocks could last for up to a year.
• Blood squirting out of you can actually be a good thing.
• I’m not great at handling little inconveniences.
• The Tylenol is actually helping my pain much more than I thought.
• Men’s underwear is oddly comfortable.
I took my Neurontin on Friday night and slept 10 freaking hours. It was amazing. But for some reason it wasn’t enough and I still felt exhausted all day. I also woke up feeling incredibly nauseous. I woke late so I ate half a breakfast, showered, and picked out clothes for the day. The kids and I also finished up the signs for my dad’s birthday party.
Aidan helped too but I was showering when he worked on his, so I didn’t get a picture. Boo. J went golfing with my dad and a few others so when he got home, he showered, grabbed all the food and loaded everything in the van.
We headed over and ended up getting there an hour later than I originally intended. Typical Nicole. And we still hadn’t even chopped the veggies. But as soon as we got there, I plunked down on the couch recliner and J handled the food. Good guy, that J.
I seriously spent all day sitting. I sat outside, I sat inside. I just sat, sat, sat. I had a great time talking to everyone at the party. I just felt like such a cripple. And I was still nauseous so I didn’t want to eat either. But after months of hiding a big secret, we finally got to give my dad his big birthday gift. And that was pretty awesome.
Until he almost got thrown into the fire. Ha.
My dad and Joy’s best friends gave up one of their expensive camping chairs so I could have a sturdy place to sit. Our cheapo ones were not working well for me.
And Aidan got a shakedown from my dad’s good friend.
It was a great day – I was just so tired and not feeling great. I felt embarrassed by my hunched walk and stomach binder. But everyone was awesome and chatted with me about my surgery and recovery. Halfway through the party, I grabbed my medicine out of the bag, popped two in my mouth, and threw the bottle back in before I realized that I had taken Aleve instead of the Tylenol I meant to bring. That didn’t help matters because the Aleve stopped working days ago.
We almost stayed until the end (it was a noon-midnight open house), but J fell asleep so we gave up around 11pm. We went outside and said our goodbyes. And I did get a picture with my dad but it’s on J’s phone and he’s back in Colorado right now (without access to his phone this minute).
We loaded up in the van and headed back home. I was standing in the kitchen and I told J that I just wanted to be magically transported into bed. I wanted someone to pee for me, wash my face, floss & brush my teeth, and take out my contacts. He laughed and headed back toward the bedroom. I was nauseous so I made myself a protein drink. As I started to drink it, Audra came in and pointed out a stain on my maxi dress. I looked down and realized it was blood. I pulled up my dress and saw that my underwear was covered. And then I moved the underwear over and the blood squirted out 6 inches. At least. We both screamed and Audra went running to tell J. I stood there completely panicked and he came running out. I really don’t remember much about the next few moments but he moved the underwear over again and the same thing happened. All we could really tell that it was somewhere between my left hip bone and my pubic area. He quickly grabbed some paper towels so I could apply pressure and he called his parents to come over so we could go to the ER without the kids. (My dad & Joy live the closest but they had been drinking and were still entertaining guests; his parents live the next closest. My mom & Roz are 40 minutes away. We were panicked but still rational enough to decide who could get there the fastest!)
I then called my surgeon’s answering service but I had to wait for a call back. While we were waiting, J left me in the kitchen holding a paper towel to the “wound” while he ran into the living room and signed us up for insurance. It was kind of comical honestly. We lost the insurance we had when he came home from Afghanistan and we hadn’t selected the new one yet that was offered for his new position. Not very smart of us. But we’ve never made so many quick decisions in our life. In about five minutes, he selected our medical and dental insurance and now we are good to go!
Unfortunately, by the time he was done, I was standing in my own blood and still freaking out. But yet I still asked J for his phone so I could take a picture. I have issues.
(We went through a few paper towels and it still was landing on the floor even with the compresses.
My doctor called back and after breaking down and crying, I handed the phone to J. Dr. Sando said he thought it was likely just a skin bleeder. He asked if I had been taking Aleve. (I had been on those blood thinner injections but I had waited his recommended time before taking any Aleve!) He suggested that I go sit in the recliner, relax, and apply an ice cube to stop the bleeding. If that didn’t work, he would meet us at his office so he could cauterize the open area. So J lined the recliner with towels and I got into it.
J and his parents cut up some of J’s brand new white t-shirts and some gauze. J went to find some of his boxer briefs so I could wear those as well. We thought that my underwear was what caused the scab to come off of the incision line. My elastic hit right on the line. So they lined his underwear with the gauze and t-shirts so my suture lines were protected and comfy. It was quite the affair getting me all outfitted in that little get-up. J even commented that going to the bathroom was going to be quite the effort. He wasn’t totally wrong, but it definitely felt more comfortable.
J’s parents left and while it had been an eventful night, I was glad that the bleeding was over and it wasn’t a huge deal.
We then had to drive aaaaaaall the way back to CVS to pick up my prescriptions and I found out that the Phenergan was $116. Plus it was a suppository. Um, whoa and ew. So I asked the pharmacy person if it was rude to have them hold it and see if I could do without? (My doctor suggested I try taking the Neurontin with some crackers to see if that helped.) I wasn’t sure if they could restock the meds. She said it was perfectly fine and to just let them know within a few days. I thought it was impressive that she alerted me to the cost before ringing it up. And the thing is, we are technically covered by insurance now, but I don’t have a card yet. She said if we got the card (or necessary info) within 14 days, we could come back and recover the difference. The antibiotics were a hefty $48 but those were a must-have.
So after driving me all over town (without complaining a bit), my dad dropped me off at home and I assured him that I was fine to be alone. It wasn’t long before the kids arrived and then I took a nap. I apparently really needed that nap because I felt much better after. After the nap, I finally took a dose of Tylenol. I hadn’t had any kind of pain meds (besides the Neurontin) for 24 hours. And it was really hard to walk. It felt like my legs and stomach were an inch tall and I was trying to stretch them out to a foot each. But once I took the Tylenol, I could walk normal-ish again. Guess I was wrong about their effectiveness. Won’t make that mistake again!
J and Aidan had a great time at the game even though the Colts lost. It was super sunny in their section and that part wasn’t fantastic, but at least they got to spend some quality daddy-son time together. And how great is this picture?!
The guys made it home and before we knew it, it was time to jump (or slide ever so carefully as to not disturb my thigh incisions) in the van and take J to the airport. I have to be honest, it was harder last night than it was a week ago. We felt like we took major steps backward in my recovery. Between my exhaustion, nausea, and now this blood/fluid thing, I wasn’t sure how I would do without J here to take care of me. And he was feeling the same way. I know that if it were at all possible, he would have delayed his flight a few days.
So I did a lot of crying on the way home. It’s scary when you’re just so not sure how you’ll have the energy to take care of your three kids all week. I mean, my kids are great and I don’t even really have much else to take care of, so it shouldn’t seem daunting. I know so many people have it a gazillion times worse and I’ve just been so damn lucky in my life. I’ve always been so healthy. This has really thrown me for a loop.
We got Subway (and I don’t even feel bad because I was just so happy that I finally wanted to EAT!) and headed home. We were all so starved that we actually ate in the van.
Because of my amazing procrastination skills, I had all three classes to complete in 5 hours last night. I completed two of them and left my philosophy class for last. Oh man. Still not sure I’m smart enough for that one. And last night did not help matters. I just read the lecture notes and not the actual chapter and then took the quiz. Guess what? Not a wise choice. I got 1/5 correct. Yay me! It’s my fourth semester and I’ve never bombed a quiz. So this week I’m actually going to try (meaning I’ll maybe start on Sunday morning – just kidding) and see how it goes. But if it’s just too much to focus on right now, I’m not opposed to dropping the class. I think I can still do that and not have to pay for it. It’s only the third week. The only reason I took three classes in the first place this semester was for my financial aid. I knew my head would be all over the place. I need to see how many credits I actually need to be taking to qualify.
But this was my view while I was flunking my quiz. Cute, huh?