On Saturday I came home to lots of beautiful flowers and presents. I immediately took a nap(everything tires me out right now), and woke up to my sister-in-law, nephews, and my friend Dave having come over (and eventually my brother). I think my older nephew is a little nervous the whole thing, he covered his eyes when I showed them my incision. I slept fairly well Saturday night (on a couch...it feels better to be propped up a little bit), then Sunday I woke up and got ready for my best friend's bridal shower. It went really well, and I surprisingly made it through the whole thing. Afterwards my back hurt (walking hunched over takes a toll on the old back) and I was exhausted...I came home and slept a solid 3 hours.
A picture from the bridal shower (thank goodness for loose clothing!):
Monday I thought I should probably rest, as in retrospect I think co-hosting a bridal shower may have been a little too much too soon. I felt a little off when I woke up and by night time I was feeling really bad. I was sweating like crazy (I'm always cold so I know something's wrong when I'm warm), and eventually I started vomiting. My mom called the hospital but they said it may have just been something I ate so just to call back if I kept it up. I tried to sleep (unsuccessfully) and by early morning I was throwing up again, and feeling very weak (probably from dehydration). My brother took me back to the hospital and my surgeon had me admitted for the night, just to monitor me. By the time I got to my room I was actually feeling much better and had held down a dozen or so cheez its. They thought it was probably just an unrelated stomach bug (I've got great timing!), but they still kept me for the night, and by the next day I was pretty much begging to leave. I tried to haggle with the nurse to get out sooner, and thankfully it worked and I was home by 3 yesterday. I was really tired (because a full night's sleep in a hospital is impossible) so I took a nap and then my friend Christine brought dinner over and we watched American Horror Story. I actually ate 2 pieces of pizza, which is the most I've eaten since surgery, and I didn't feel nauseous or anything. I also finally drank coffee today (a half of a cup) which I haven't been able to stomach until now. So that's about it up until now...I'm generally feeling worse since having been sick...my stomach is a little more sore and I'm generally more tired (although I'm feeling SO much better than when I was sick), I've got bruises all over from heparin shots, IVs, and missed IVs (not a good feeling, by the way!), and I feel fat (that probably won't go away for about 3 months), but overall I feel much better than I expected to feel having just had an organ removed. It definitely could be worse and I'm thankful to feel as well as I do.
Monday I thought I should probably rest, as in retrospect I think co-hosting a bridal shower may have been a little too much too soon. I felt a little off when I woke up and by night time I was feeling really bad. I was sweating like crazy (I'm always cold so I know something's wrong when I'm warm), and eventually I started vomiting. My mom called the hospital but they said it may have just been something I ate so just to call back if I kept it up. I tried to sleep (unsuccessfully) and by early morning I was throwing up again, and feeling very weak (probably from dehydration). My brother took me back to the hospital and my surgeon had me admitted for the night, just to monitor me. By the time I got to my room I was actually feeling much better and had held down a dozen or so cheez its. They thought it was probably just an unrelated stomach bug (I've got great timing!), but they still kept me for the night, and by the next day I was pretty much begging to leave. I tried to haggle with the nurse to get out sooner, and thankfully it worked and I was home by 3 yesterday. I was really tired (because a full night's sleep in a hospital is impossible) so I took a nap and then my friend Christine brought dinner over and we watched American Horror Story. I actually ate 2 pieces of pizza, which is the most I've eaten since surgery, and I didn't feel nauseous or anything. I also finally drank coffee today (a half of a cup) which I haven't been able to stomach until now. So that's about it up until now...I'm generally feeling worse since having been sick...my stomach is a little more sore and I'm generally more tired (although I'm feeling SO much better than when I was sick), I've got bruises all over from heparin shots, IVs, and missed IVs (not a good feeling, by the way!), and I feel fat (that probably won't go away for about 3 months), but overall I feel much better than I expected to feel having just had an organ removed. It definitely could be worse and I'm thankful to feel as well as I do.
Here's a few photos of the nice presents from friends and family:
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