Today marks 3 weeks post op. From my point of view the surgery went well. I stayed over night in the hospital. My parents brought Julia to see me. I was starving because I was on a liquid diet. The pain wasn't as bad as I expected. Honestly it was the same as when I had the cysts so I was a little used to it. Then again I religiously took my pain meds. My Dr. manged my pain beautifully in the weeks following. Making sure I felt nothing so my body wouldn't stress and send me into a flare.
Last Friday I had my 2 week post op. The surgeon in Oct f***** me up. It took her an hour to cut through all the adhesions I have and get the robotics in place. (Only plus she had to cut some fat out) I have adhesions connecting my large intestines to my abdominal wall. They can never be removed to risky. Endometriosis was starting probably from the surgery also. Polycystic ovaries. (thought I just had 3) and some tumors inside the uterus. Pathology on everything was fine.
Seriously I was blown away. I've calmed down. I'm not as mad as I was last week. She doesn't know how I'm still up and about with what happened and the pain. I'm still on pain management but on an as needed basis. I've been getting sharp pains that last about a minute a few times a day.
The adhesions will be there for the rest of my life. My intestines are stuck to my abdominal wall. STUCK TO MY ABDOMINAL WALL! WHAT?! Every time I bend over it hurts. I know what the pulling sensation is. I feel it more prominently now that I know.
So as I recover I am left here with my thoughts. How could he do this to me? He took an oath to do no harm. I took that same one for both medical careers I had to leave for RA. I feel numb honestly. It's so hard to wrap my head around the fact that he did this.
On another note...the knee saga continues!!
So back in Dec I went for a follow up on my knee. My surgeon said I could get the hardware in my knee out after a year. My year anniversary for the knee surgery was back on Feb 22. First he said I had to deal with all my abdominal issues before he would touch me.
Last night as I was going to bed I noticed my knee looked a little funny. I felt it and looked closer and realized the screw had popped out of the bone! Of course just the thought of that isn't enough to get my point across so I included a picture for your viewing pleasure.