Thursday, 29 May
I threw up 4 times from Wednesday night to Thursday morning. I was still a bit bloated, felt nauseas but hungry at the same time.
Last night the doctor stopped all food and water until she could see me the next day.
So she, as always, came very early. I told her about my nausea and STILL, after exactly a week after surgery, not being able to go to the bathroom.
The doctor gave me an enema first thing when she got here. Although she kept on warning that it might be sore and uncomfortable, I didn't find it weird or funny at all. Maybe I was just happy about the relief. The enema did work in minutes, but not as well as I had hoped.
One of my best friends came to visit as well. We had SO much fun and I can honestly say that laughter really is the best medicine. It makes you feel happy and takes away pain. I have heard about research and studies done where they list the benefits of a good laughing session, but today I have experienced it first hand.
Although the morning was okay, the day got worse and my nausea was very bad. The surgeon then suggested for a tube to be stuck into my stomach. Crap.
I can HONESTLY say that, out of everything that I have experienced, the tube definitely was the worst! When they inserted the tube the first time, I was asleep. So I didn't feel anything at all. NOW I was wide awake: no sedation, no pain meds, nothing. I was aware of every torturing sensation.
The nurse started sticking the tube up my nose. That was okay. Then it hit that area that makes your eyes water. That was fine. I thought: okay, maybe this will not be so bad...
Then it started going down my throat. I made whimpering noises in protest, but forced myself to stay still. Then the tube hit that gag reflex and suddenly I exploded into a vomiting seizure (what a gross description... you are welcome).
I think all the food that I have eaten since, well, I started eating, was now coming out. I have never vomited so much in my entire life. My mom and doctor held my hand and a bucket. It was excruciating.
The tube did help with various things though. It relieved me from that bloated feeling. It emptied out all the crap from my tummy. And it also helped me to drink the Gastrograffin as it was needed to see what was wrong with me.
The night I basically got wheeled to and from Xrays. The gastrograffin was pumped into my stomach through the tube and in the end it showed that there wasn't anything wrong. There was no blockage and the surgeon did an excellent job.
Therefore, to sum it all up: My intestines are just damn lazy to start working!
I threw up 4 times from Wednesday night to Thursday morning. I was still a bit bloated, felt nauseas but hungry at the same time.
Last night the doctor stopped all food and water until she could see me the next day.
So she, as always, came very early. I told her about my nausea and STILL, after exactly a week after surgery, not being able to go to the bathroom.
The doctor gave me an enema first thing when she got here. Although she kept on warning that it might be sore and uncomfortable, I didn't find it weird or funny at all. Maybe I was just happy about the relief. The enema did work in minutes, but not as well as I had hoped.
One of my best friends came to visit as well. We had SO much fun and I can honestly say that laughter really is the best medicine. It makes you feel happy and takes away pain. I have heard about research and studies done where they list the benefits of a good laughing session, but today I have experienced it first hand.
Although the morning was okay, the day got worse and my nausea was very bad. The surgeon then suggested for a tube to be stuck into my stomach. Crap.
I can HONESTLY say that, out of everything that I have experienced, the tube definitely was the worst! When they inserted the tube the first time, I was asleep. So I didn't feel anything at all. NOW I was wide awake: no sedation, no pain meds, nothing. I was aware of every torturing sensation.
The nurse started sticking the tube up my nose. That was okay. Then it hit that area that makes your eyes water. That was fine. I thought: okay, maybe this will not be so bad...
Then it started going down my throat. I made whimpering noises in protest, but forced myself to stay still. Then the tube hit that gag reflex and suddenly I exploded into a vomiting seizure (what a gross description... you are welcome).
I think all the food that I have eaten since, well, I started eating, was now coming out. I have never vomited so much in my entire life. My mom and doctor held my hand and a bucket. It was excruciating.
The tube did help with various things though. It relieved me from that bloated feeling. It emptied out all the crap from my tummy. And it also helped me to drink the Gastrograffin as it was needed to see what was wrong with me.
The night I basically got wheeled to and from Xrays. The gastrograffin was pumped into my stomach through the tube and in the end it showed that there wasn't anything wrong. There was no blockage and the surgeon did an excellent job.
Therefore, to sum it all up: My intestines are just damn lazy to start working!
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