[January 7, 2015 – I decided to post this again because my sister is having the same surgery today and I am very worried about her. ]
When I was told I had to have my gallbladder removed, I was told it was THE surgery to have. It was so simple and safe. It turns out they were very wrong. It wasn’t safe or simple.
An ultrasound of my gall bladder showed sludge in my gall bladder. I was sent to a surgeon by my primary doctor. He decided I should have the surgery. They scheduled the surgery for February 26th. While we were doing the paperwork with the nurse, she said this is the surgery to have. It is very simple and easy to recover from.
I had my surgery on Tuesday, February 26, 2008. They sent me home after I spent a few hours in short stay unit. I had the normal soreness from a surgery. I woke up later that night in extreme pain. It was pain so bad that I had to bite down on something to keep from screaming.
I went to the emergency room on Wednesday, February 27, 2008. When I got to the ER, they wheeled me right back into a room. They gave me Dilaudid through an IV. It started to work but then a short time later I was in extreme pain again. The doctor (or his assistant) came in and said that they had called the surgeon and told him about my treatment and they determined that the pain I had was too severe and they wanted to admit me to the hospital for observation.
On Thursday, February 28, 2008, At about 5:30 am, a nurse came in to check my vitals. She took my temperature and said something under her breath and ran out of the room. I don’t remember much after that because I was in so much pain. They said they couldn’t give me any more painkillers until I had some tests. They did several tests on me and while they did that I wasn’t allowed any painkillers.
Friday February 29, 2008 – I woke up in a room with wires stuck on me and an oxygen device stuck in my nose. I leaned up trying to see where I was. I looked over and my dad was sound asleep in a recliner. I was very confused. Was there something they were hiding from me? Did I almost die? Did one of the tests show I had cancer or something? My dad finally woke up and I told him I was confused and asked how I ended up here. He said I got much worse and they put me in intensive care. My heartrate was 157 and fever was 102. I didn’t look good. The doctor who did the endoscopy had put me in ICU for closer observation. A nurse came to check on me and asked what my pain level was. I told her I was not in any pain. Dad said, “That is the first time I have heard her say she didn’t need pain medicine.” During the endoscopy, it showed I had a leak and they put in a stent in my bile duct.
I was finally released on Saturday morning.
In March 2008, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to all of the events in the hospital. I had to lay in a hospital bed in extreme pain for days until they figured out what was wrong. I am also suffering from an eating disorder. I lost a lot of weight during all this and started to have a problem with it. I had this horrible thing that happened to me and what I got from it was the large amount of weight loss. I thought it was a good thing so I ended up losing more and I ended up dangerously thin. To this day, I am still struggling with everything. Photography is a great help. You can go into this other world and take pictures for hours and forget about all that is troubling you. I have been teaching myself photography because photography school is very expensive. I would love to photograph for National Geographic someday.
It is still hard to talk about. I did manage to post my story on a blog online and someone wrote and said I helped her feel less alone and weird by knowing that someone else out there went through something similar.