Reasons I'm not rushing back to work

I am due back at work tomorrow but have decided to postpone that for at least another day for a few reasons...

1. The only pants I can comfortably wear that don't irritate my incisions are pajamas!
2. I came to the realisation that teaching isn't really a job that allows 'rest'. Nor does it allow you to go to the bathroom whenever you want - you're governed by bell times :/
3. Walking more than about 20 steps at a time is tiring.
4. I did a couple of things around the house yesterday - load of laundry, sweeping, vacuuming - and felt like I had run 3 marathons when I finished.
5. I checked my accumulated sick leave balance and I have over 45 days, so taking another one or two won't hurt.
6. I still need at least one nap per day.
7. J pointed out that every day at stay home I get paid the exact same as I would if I went to work, so why would I go in and deal with teenagers if I didn't have to?

Day 3 Post-Op

J went back to work today. I am feeling a lot better. I have not taken pain meds since 2pm yesterday. I took a shower last night and changed my dressings. My shoulder pain is improving and no longer feels like someone is stabbing a hot knife into me. My 3 incisions only hurt if something touches them, or if I move/stretch a lot.

I manage to make it to about midday, then I need to take a three hour nap. I am definitely not ready to go back to dealing with teenagers for a few days yet. I also did not really consider how much I walk at work. At home, taking the 15 steps from bedroom to bathroom is somewhat of an expedition, so walking all over school is not going to happen just yet.

Surgery Day

May 20th = Laparoscopy Day! Despite the fact that AHM won't help us with the cost, we decided I needed to go ahead regardless...so armed with my VISA card, off we went.

I had to be at CH Day Surgery by 8.30am. Less traffic than expected got us there half an hour early. I was feeling a lot less nervous than I had been in the past few weeks, though I'm not sure J felt the same! A nurse took me into an office and asked a ton of questions. We moved into a private waiting room where I got changed into my lovely gown, cap and booties! Then Dr B came in to say hi and answer any questions we had. Then another nurse came and asked the same questions as the first nurse. She was closely followed by the anesthetist, Dr M.  J wanted to know why we don't call them anesthesiologists like in the USA. He didn't know. He asked a ton more questions, followed by yet another nurse who finally took me into the operating room. I lay down on the table and starting shaking...not sure if I was cold, nervous or both. Two nurses were fussing around putting on heart monitors etc. Dr B was great, holding my hand and reassuring me while I had a cannula put in. I remember asking them to let me know when they were about to knock me out. Dr M said "I'm just giving you something to get you started, you'll feel dizzy." and the next thing I knew I woke up crying (!?) in the recovery room at around 10.20am. I was in quite a bit of pain and vaguely recall them giving me at least 3 lots of pain meds through my IV. The next hour in recovery was a blur, dozing in and out of consciousness, feeling the pain meds kick in, hearing the buzz of the doctors and nurses tending to other patients. Dr B came by at one point. I yelled (feebly) at a nurse to let my husband know I was still alive! (Turns out she didn't, and poor J was in the waiting area wondering what was taking so long!)

Eventually, at about 11.20am, I was moved into a private recovery room where J was waiting. Little did I know at that stage how much I hit the jackpot by scoring that room. Everyone else was placed in a communal recovery area that had only armchairs, no beds. I'm not sure if I was recovering too slowly, my pain was too bad or what, but I am so thankful that I got that room. After a while I started feeling some serious shoulder pain. Anyone that knows me knows that I have a fairly low tolerance for pain. Even so,  I'm not exaggerating when I say this pain was intense. It's hard to comprehend why you have almost unbearable shoulder pain when they have just done surgery on your lower abdomen. Turns out some of the CO2 gas they pump into your abdomen so they can see what they're doing in there gets trapped. As it tries to escape it pushes on your diaphragm, and here it aggravates your phrenic nerve, which transfers pain to your shoulders (or something like that). This website explains it more clearly. At about 2pm they think I'm ready to be discharged but I have to pee before they'll let me leave. I got up to use the bathroom and the pain in my shoulders as I began moving almost made me pass out. I felt like I was going to throw up, I began sweating profusely. It was not pleasant. The nurse and J got me back into bed and we all realised I wasn't ready to go anywhere just yet. More pain meds, 2 slices of Vegemite toast and a cup of tea later I was ready to leave.

When we arrived back at the house at around 4pm we found Mum dropping off soup and macaroni cheese, doing the washing up and bringing in laundry. What a champ, thanks Mum. Once home, I had heated wheat bags which helped the pain in my shoulders a lot, along with some Panadiene Forte. It was only really bad when I moved, so I tried to stay on the couch as much as possible.
The first night wasn't as bad as I'd expected. I managed to get a decent amount of sleep, but still woke up in pain (mainly shoulder) the next day. As the day went on the pain subsided and we could start to move around a bit more.

So, the surgery was successful. Dr B found that my cyst/endometrioma had actually burst about 2 weeks before, so the clean up for that was all taken care of during the surgery. The ruptured cyst explained why I had difficulty walking/standing without pain for 3 days straight about 2 weeks prior! Apparently a burst cyst often requires emergency surgery...maybe my tolerance for pain isn't that low after all!? He also found and removed a small amount of endometriosis. According to him everything else looks good and we are meeting with him again on June 9th to discuss what the next step should be.

In the mean time I have 3-4 days off work now to rest and recover :)

Update

I'm thinking that I will really try to keep this blog up to date. As grateful as I am for family & friends enquiring how things are going, some times telling the same update 10 times becomes tedious. By writing this blog, the people who we want to keep up to date with our progress will have easy access to the latest news.

We did another round of Clomid in February. It didn't work. Further ultrasounds suggested that the cyst on my ovary was more than likely an endometrioma. By March, Dr B was suggesting that we really need to go ahead with the surgery (laparoscopy)  to remove it. Doing this would also give him a chance to see if anything else was wrong. Ultrasounds and blood tests only tell us so much. He also told us that he thought our best chance to conceive would come from IVF. To do an egg retireval with a cyst/endometrioma in the way would risk infection. Therefore, surgery was necessary before moving to IVF.

We approached AHM, my health insurance fund, and were told that due their belief that this is all a pre-existing condition that they would offer no benefit until the 12 months waiting period had passed (Sept 2011). Not wanting to wait that long, we decided to go ahead with the surgery anyway and booked in for May 20. This allowed us to enjoy our already planned vacation to Vietnam in April.

I am really unhappy with AHM's decision, as I do not believe the condition was pre-existing according to their definition.  My GP & specialist both wrote letters to support this, but AHM's 'medically trained' decision maker disagreed. When I pushed AHM as to whether 'medical training' meant that the person was a doctor they refused to answer. I pointed out that I considered myself to be medically trained as I have a Senior First Aid Certificate, although that would clearly not make me qualified to decide whether someone deserved their operation paid for or not. They didn't enjoy these further questions, refusing to answer them. I will be taking it up with the Private Health Insurance Ombudsman.

So, that brought us to operation day...which I will put in the next entry.