Me (Daniel Newall) and IBD
Surgery Blog – Part 2 Surgery and Post Op
Day Before – I rang the
number that I was given, and 12 o’clock the time I was given, to check that there
was a bed ready for me and was told that I needed to be there for 2 o’clock
that afternoon (they mustn’t think other people work!). So, after declining to get
the bus which was suggested by the staff member on the phone, my dad came out
of work to take me and I arrived on time at five to two. I was then left sat outside the ward for two
hours and was then invited to my bed which hadn’t been cleaned yet.
I then sat there
for a further two hours before I was booked in. So as you can imagine I was
quite annoyed! I already knew everything that was going to happen as my
uncle, who has been some what of a rock for me despite him living in south Wales, has unfortunately had colitis since before I was born and had the same
operation twelve years ago. I doubt I
could have coped with the disease or the operation without him.
Day 1 - I wasn't that
nervous beforehand, but the doctor that put me to sleep had had the same
operation as me and even showed me his scars before sending me off - so that was
quite encouraging and before I knew it I was off. I awoke in complete confusion and pain, with a
nurse trying to explain how to use the morphine pump for pain relief, which I
already knew so began pressing and I couldn’t keep my eyes open which she
wasn’t happy about. I then went back to sleep and woke in the recovery ward with
tubes in almost ever hole I have!
After a few hours I was asked 4 or 5 times to
get out of bed. I refused I was feeling sick and was still in a lot of pain!
But eventually I cracked and said okay, after being bribed by the nurse by
putting my surgical sock back on, so at least we had a laugh. This was short lived as as I began to attempt
to move - I just couldn’t move properly and it took me about 15 minutes to get
from lying down to sat in the chair. I was
so dizzy and felt so terrible I just asked to get straight back into bed after
it had been changed.
In all this confusion I had completely forgot that I now had the bag which needed to be emptied and changed for the first time. I felt so bad that I didn’t pay any attention to it and I didn’t really want to acknowledge the fact that it was there I guess. During the night I woke to find the bag was blown up like a beach ball so that kind of got my attention. During the day I was on the extremely powerful morphine pain killers but the wounds were unbelievably painful and I was on oxygen for most of the day. However a rather attractive nurse removed the catheter I had, so it wasn’t all bad news.
Day 2 – Day 2 just consisted
of sleeping. Towards the end of the day
all tubes and drains that were in me were taken out; the main drain in my left
side hurt the most. I imagine that’s how getting stabbed feels as it was so
deep, and left a huge, deep perfectly round hole right in me. After this I knew things were getting better, as I was sat out at the side of the bed and unbelievably even began to walk
around, albeit just 5 yards and in immense pain, as I was now only on tablet
pain killers. I was also eating and
drinking, but just soup and water
Day 3 – I was now walking
more - even going to the toilet, as now I had to empty my own bag. Also, after only 3 days, I was moved back on
the ward from the recovery room.
Day 4 – Here I was changing my
own bag for the first time with the help of the specialist stoma nurse. Also I had 3 other men with me on the ward
one fresh out of a different operation (he had had his gallbladder removed). As
I had previously had gall stones, and been told I needed the operation he'd had, we exchanged stories. He was on the morphine
pump and was acting rather odd as a result - as everyone does. He later told me that I pictured a mad
professor tying him a noose in the main doorway and heard a nurse calling him
saying it was time. So this cheered me
up a lot, along with a meeting with one of the surgical team who had to check
the operation was only 4 days ago as he couldn’t believe how fast I was
recovering and told me I could go home tomorrow.
Day 5 – Home!
The next week I had the IVC filter removed with a small procedure which involved a doctor going into the jugular vein in my neck and retrieving the
filter designed to stop blood clots travelling to my lungs or heart. It worked as he showed me the filter about five
minutes later, it contained around nine small clots. I continued blood thinning
injections for a week then recommenced the anticoagulation tablets.
Five weeks later as I write
this having just re-enrolled at university for the coming year I feel fantastic
within my self - I know the colitis has gone. I have spent my time reacquainting myself with a old friend known as the PlayStation 3. The bag is at times
really annoying and I don’t yet know the extent of the impact it will have on
my life and whether I will have the reversal next year. I just plan to enjoy life again and try to do
as much as possible. The operation was a
total success; I recovered in a remarkable amount of time and who knows in a
year I could be writing another one of these after the reversal.
