As is becoming the norm, up at 0315 for a sleep break, back to bed at 0400 then slept quite well.
So today is the day that I have my stoma formed. Not massive surgery but the outcome fees like it will be quite big. I’m still feeling quite calm about the whole thing and really just want to get it underway as this feels like my recovery starts now.
Arived at the hospital at 1230 and was shown to my room. I’m fortunate that this is being done privately and given what I am having done, am grateful that I will have some privacy.
Various forms to be completed by the nursing staff and then the anaesthetist and surgeon came to see me. When I had my last procedure I had the same anaesthetist and as he was getting me ready for theatre he promised me when I woke up I would be on a sunny beach in Sri Lanka. Yes, he promised!!
Needless to say, I didn’t. When I saw him again today I said that I “had a bone to pick with him”, he actually looked quite taken aback and I think he thought I was going to have a go at him. In hindsight, not the most sensible thing to do, given that he was only minutes away from paralysing me and stopping me for breathing for myself!!
A bit of a wait to be taken down to theatre but I had Paula and one of our great friends with us so the time passed fairly quickly. They had lunch, I wasn’t allowed any so just dribbled whilst they ate. Paula did offer to go and eat in the visitors room but it makes no difference to me. Once I’m told I can’t do something then I can’t do it!
I was then wheeled down to theatre and given the magic sleeping juice, a lovely nap!
The next thing I was aware of was waking up in recovery, no pain at all and I actually felt quite comfortable. I then snoozed in and out of sleep and then after a while I was taken back to my room.
The next problem? I was busting for a pee! Last time I had a general anaesthetic, I had water retention (the inability to pee, in other words) and every hour tried to go, unsuccessfully. Although having a catheter inserted is not terribly unpleasant, it’s not the sort of thing you want every day.
I had already decided that if I couldn’t go this time, I would ask for a catheter. I was helped out of bed and taken to the bathroom but as I’m not very good at performing whilst I’m being watched or waited for, I wasn’t able to go. Luckily the same male nurse that inserted the catheter for me last time was with me and he suggested that we do as the same.
Once it’s in, much relief!
I also woke with my first bag on (this is called a colostomy bag) and as all of the literature I’ve read said, no pain from the stoma at all. This is because the part of the bowel that they bring out of the skin hasn’t nerve endings so actually has no ability to give pain. It’s more of a mental issue to get used to rather than a physical one.
Several people have suggested giving my stoma a name. This can help with dealing with the mental side of it. I have decided that mine will be called…….
Don’t ask me why or how I arrived at this, it just appeals!
Throughout the night I had various drips for fluid, antibiotics and painkillers.
Regular observations were also taken and although regularly interrupted I actually slept quite well in the ‘quiet times’.
A bit of a sore throat from where the breathing tube was inserted but last time, this cleared up quite quickly so not worried about this at all.
So, tomorrow will be all about getting up and about I think. I’m hoping the catheter will be removed and maybe be able to have a shower. I always think a good shower can make you feel much brighter.
Well, I think that’s about it for today, looking forward to the next few days as I’ve got some learning to do.
If you want to know more about stomas and colostomy here’s a link that would help.
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