The B.S. us women go through

[Angel22]

Alright ladies. Here is the update and some advice for the newbies about to go to surgery. As many of you have read I had a major problem with constipation.....so this is the update. I drank the milk of magnesia every fifteen minutes and the next morning had nothing but liquid coming out and let me tell you that after awhile of that it burns and you do not look so hot to your boyfriend running down the hall. Especially when you can hear everything going on in the bathroom no matter where you are in the apartment. Poor guy :) So then the next day I was in extreme pain and throwing up and just sick as a dog. Soooo I called me doc who suggested another visit to the e.r. So off we went again. I got there and they asked me what was going on and decided to go for a cat scan. I already had one three days later and so I was not worried and just as I thought the doc came in and said it was all good. So she decided I had a bit of the flu too and was going to send me home when all of a sudden she came back to tell me that they relooked at my cat scan and saw that me intestines were folding into each other like a telescope....it usually happens to infants but apparently I am special and for adults it takes open surgery so the surgical team decided they were going to come talk to me. GREAT.......so I bawled and cried until they got there and they told me sometimes it fixes itself and sometimes it does require surgery so they needed to watch me. All of a sudden the docs were super nice to me and were getting me a room and admitting me. I got to my room and got hooked up to an iv and my

[sk2006a]

linda is right, lots of people are allergic to the opiates, and if you are they will make you VERY naseous.  my mother has had an increasing reaction to opiates, and got terribly sick after given morphine last january in the hospital.  good luck :)

[Hudson]

Linda, you are right about the zofran. I was so nauseaous from the pain meds after my ovary removal. One zofran and I was eating a bowl of chocolate marshmallow ice cream. Amazing drug.

Hudson

[LindaF]

Don't you just love those social workers? The first marriage therapist my husband and I had, I walked out on on the second appt. screaming! I HATED HER. She was so condescending and rude, just like my SIL. LOL!  Of course you were constipated, you poor thing,  you had SURGERY. I was afraid of seeing God so stupid me maxed out on the amount of stool softeners I was allowed to take. I know EXACTLY what you mean about the whole running to the bathroom thing being oh so unromantic. At least my husband's worse! LOL!  I think the weirdest moment I've had lately was when a friend of mine who's wildly attractive mentioned he had a restless night ending with "Be glad you don't have a prostate". If that doesn't create mental images making God into Human, I don't know what does :) I think I actually heard the 'thud' when he fell off the pedestal I had him on :) Actually, I told him prostate massage helps with that and would his wife go there? God, I'm evil :) No WAIT - the weirdest moment I had was when I was at a teaching hospital once for a gyne exam and the male head doc actually *checked out my breasts* when my gown accidentally opened up. Like stole a glance, like a man, not a doc. Honestly, the most immediate thought that came to mind was "You perv, get back between my legs where you belong" - then I realized the irony in THAT statement :)

In all honesty, I'm sorry you are having such a difficult time. I was just thinking tonight how emotionally draining the whole surgery is, never mind waiting on the diagnosis. For all the women on this site who have been diagnosed with cancer, you have my utmost respect. I am going to my plastic surgeon tomorrow hoping and praying he will tell me the lump in my neck that's been there for a year (that I've stupidly ignored) is only scar tissue or a fat lump from the liposuction and doesn't need evaluation for lymphoma. I'm afraid at the very least it might mean a CAT scan , MRI, or another biopsy and more wait and see. I feel as if I have no emotional reserves left to draw on and don't know where you ladies draw it from. I'm humbled and feel stupid mentioning my petty issues and the fact I feel I like  main-lining Xanax. Put simply, I want off the 'crazy bus'.

Dilauded, yes, makes you high as a kite but boy can it create nausea as all opiates can. That was probably what was causing the vomiting. Demand a drug called Zofran for any further nausea. DEMAND. It is incredible stuff. One moment I was puking my guts up and couldn't lift my head. One tablet and a half hour later, I'm watching a movie and stuffing Jr. Mints. It's expensive but I'd sell my soul for one pill in crisis.

I'm hoping you are feeling better and that you won't need an open surgery.

[urbangal]

LOL!!!

[urbangal]

OMG Angel! Wha the h*** is going on? After all that are you going yet? How the h*** are you still standing(maybe you're not).Hope the BF is taking good care of you (and equipped with some plug-ins!).What was the social worker all about,that was weird.I would be really pissed too.Of course when you're sick everything is a million times magnified (you'll probably laugh later).Hope you are ok..seriously..
Mary

[LindaF]

Rob turned me onto it. Amazing doc :)  Let's hope he has good news for me tomorrow, but at least I know if he wants further testing, I'm in good hands. It's nice not to doubt one's doc. Do you know the GP actually said to me: "Go back to your plastic surgeon to check this lump out. He'll probably want an ultrasound because he won't want to admit he might have caused it". I told him I wanted to deck her! How rude!

L.

[LindaF]

And Oh GOD, Chocoate Marshallow. One of my favorites! Who still makes it? Please do tell!

L.

[Angel22]

very own I.v to dilauded that I could push every ten minutes! So I was high as a kite thinking I was going to surgery again....this time open surgery and I was not allowed food or drink at all. That started Thursday night. On Saturday they did an x-ray and decided it had fixed itself and I was fine. So they stopped the dilauded......said I was fine and were going to discharge me. I started crying telling them they were wrong bc my left side still hurt and the doc said I could not have any more med and she thought it was addiction to pain med. I looked at her and told her that my left side feeling like a knife going into it was not an addiction and she could not give me pain med for the rest of my life if she could find out what was wrong. Apparently she did not read the notes from the night before when I ate some Jello and vomited over one hundred times! So then when she found that out she told me that I would be discharged if I could keep a cracker down for more then an hour. I ate and threw up, drank and threw up. So she said try lunch. I asked for med for nausea and she gave me oxycodone (pain med). but refused to give me med for nausea before I ate. So I ate and threw up and then came in my friend the social worker......she came in after a night of throwing up, migraine, surgery pain, left side pain, constipation, and a doc who would not listen and sat down beside my bed to ask me how I was doing. I said fine and this is how the conversation went from there.....
s.w-How many people are in your family?
me-five
s.w. Who are they?
me-my brother, mom, step dad, step brother.
s.w-How old are they?
me- gave my brothers age
s.w-So where is real dad?
me-He died when I was 17
s.w.(dripping with fake concern) Oh...that is so tough honey, especially at that age....that's tough.(Patting my leg)What did he die from?
me-lymphona, Why are you asking me these questions? What the hell does this have to do with my health?
(As my ninety pounds felt like pummeling the 200 lb lady trying to be my friend, and I never fight)
s.w.-We just all want to be your friend.....so I am trying to get to know you. So you have been dealing with different sorts of pain all your life. How did mom take the death? Was she a good mother?
me-This has nothing to do with my health
s.w. its ok to say that I am not trying to make you mad....so do you think that your dads death or maybe the way your mom reacted and raised you might have something to do with why you are here?
me-This has nothing to do with my health....leave now.
So she did but not before she had stressed me out and upset me to the point that I could barely breathe I was crying so hard. What the hell did she expect? I told my mom I almost invited her to Thanksgiving dinner:) I would understand her asking people who maybe came off the streets or had no one there to help but fortunaltely I come from an amazing family and they were up there with me every day. So then the pain speacialist came in to help me figure out a way that I could go home and be comfertable and so I came home today with nausea medicine, Oxycodone, and of course laxatives. With an appointment later this week to see the results of my biopsy with my cyst, an appointment with a g.i., and another with a pain speacilist to deal with the final diagnosis.......chronic pain.