hello, friends and followers!
i’m properly back home now, after one night at my mum’s, since she’s closer to the clinic for follow up appointments, such as i had this morning, and with several more to come. yay! my energy and concentration levels are still a little lacking, so it may be a little while before i catch up on a whole week’s worth of poems, but hopefully i’ll get there.
everything’s healing nicely, according to my nurses, and i decided last night that, in the grand tradition of naming body parts (you know some people do it), my temporary stoma is called buffy.
because it’s kinda badass (can i get an amen up in here for modern medicine saving lives?)
yes you can.
and also it could probably scare vampires away.
i’m still getting to know the intricacies of the post-subtotal-colectomy (technically a hartmann’s procedure) world, but i’ll get there. considering how many IVs i had in (three total, plus one arterial line), i only have one substantial bruise (aside from the ones on my abdomen, of course). everything was done laparoscopically , which is great, in terms of healing time, though it means my scars will be much less impressive than if it had ended up having to be an open surgery. coming off anaesthetics was crazy – i’d never been under general anaesthesia before) – everything was so hazy and sleepy and strange, and i never realised how much i’d appreciate an extra IV just in case anti-emetics needed to be injected. the pain pump was great – although since i was doing pretty well they initially took it away on the second post-surgery day, which didn’t end so well (puking, crying in pain, the whole she-bang). i was understandably nervous the second time they posited taking it away, but my use was way down from previous days, and it all went well in the end.
i even took a surgo-selfie the night before, while dealing with the grim delight of bowel prep.
the nurses/surgeon/registrars/anaesthesiologists/etc were all brilliant and helpful and informative and all the things that you want medical professionals to be. the food was actually pretty decent, when i was up to eating, despite the fact that i was limited to the low-fibre menu. the hospital itself is actually a surgery specific centre, so there’s no emergency department or anything other than people on the wards and theatres for the operations, and it’s all pretty flash, almost more of a fancy private hospital feel. i had my own room, there was carpet in the corridors, i had a view of rooftops and the hunua ranges behind. pretty sweet.
i accidentally stained several of their HOSPITAL PROPERTY pillowcases and gowns pinkish. even though it’s weeks since i dyed my hair.
i also learned, over the course of coming off anaesthesia and dealing with oral morphine what colour straight bile is! that was educational.
(for the record, in my case at least, it’s a dark forest green. not unlike a pair of cords that i wear all the time. guess they’re going out of circulation for a while).
i also managed to read three books over the course of my hospital stay – bossypants, by tina fey, paper towns, by john green & city of bones by cassandra clare (i know, i know. but i work in the book industry, remember. gotta keep on top of what’s in vogue) – along with completing exactly one sudoku puzzle and playing quite a bit of candy crush saga (which i only just started playing on my second to last day, and i do kind of understand the collective obsession).
i can’t think of anything much to say. i’m mostly pretty good with the pain and whatnot, at least while the tramadol’s in my system and i’m lying prone. sitting up is possible for limited periods, as is walking around, but both kinda suck after a while. and the process of moving between sitting/lying/standing is pretty awful.
but everything’s getting there.
now, buffy and i are going to have a rest and watch some gilmore girls. hopefully some proper writings will occur tonight.