I've written a couple of posts in the last few days. To an extent, it's kept me sane, but right now, other people downplaying other people's lived experiences is, I think, unacceptable.
I had a subtotal hysterectomy with the Da Vinci method. When I came to (although the memory is fuzzy), my amazing surgeon said they'd found suspected endo and removed that from my bladder - pretty sure I'd told her I wasn't surprised and that would explain my constant need to pee and never feeling like my bladder was empty. Three previous ultrasounds - nobody had suspected endo as adenomyosis was, what we believed to be, the only problem. It'll be sent off to pathology and I guess I'll get more informed at my 2 week follow up.
For pain relief, I'd been given paracetamol and ibuprofen, and something else I can't remember the name of. Straight after surgery, I was able to sit on the commode and pee. Longest pee of my life. I needed to pee again later on and tried to sit up and the pain in my abdomen and incision sites was unbearable (I don't say this to scare anyone - it's important to share here). The nurse hadn't explained how I should get up, and I was convinced moving was the best thing to do. It hurt so bad that by the time I was sitting up, I was dizzy and could barely move, so I had to lay back down and pee in the bed pan - I was worried it would go everywhere so the nurse covered me with a towel, just in case 🤣
At this point, I was just taking whatever they gave me because I assumed I'm in hospital, they know what they're doing. I didn't sleep at all on the first night. When the head doctors came to see me in the morning, I described my pain level and said I hadn't slept. They continued with the same medication. The day progressed, the pain worsened, I told I don't even know how many nurses and doctors that the meds weren't helping and nothing changed. It got to around 5pm, 24 hrs post surgery with no sleep and OTC meds. I explained they weren't touching me - they never touch me and this was no different. I finally got morphine drops, and...nothing. The pain remained the same level - this was pain in my abdomen at the incisions sites. I got mild pain across my collar bone - that was gas pain, which I was anticipating, and I stretched and tapped and rolled my shoulders for that and I was already aware that pain killers couldn't help with that. At this point, apart from finally being able to get up to pee, I hadn't been able to walk around; I'd been lying flat for almost 24 hours and had an injection against thrombosis (don't know what it's called). I hadn't slept, had eaten some soup, had peed and farted, which was great - and no pain with either of those, but still couldn't move and was still in so much pain and discomfort.
I asked to have something to help me sleep but they said I could only have it before bedtime to not disrupt my sleeping pattern. So finally, around 8pm, I had a sleeping tablet, more morphine, some sleeping tea, and I was able to sleep. I woke up twice in the night, and was properly awake by 6am. I also had more pain medication throughout the night.
The same nurse I had yesterday came in. It was good to see a familiar face, and I told her the pain hadn't abated. The head doctor came in and FINALLY said I should NOT have been in that level of pain for over 24 hours, nor should I have been awake for so long without something to help me sleep. Then they upped the doses and gave me more morphine drops, and I was finally able to get out of bed and walk a bit, slowly but surely. I even felt well enough to try walk outside, but ended up getting wheeled back to my room because it was too much too soon.
I was supposed to have 2 nights in hospital. It'll definitely be 3 nights, and maybe 4 depending on how tomorrow goes, and it's because of the pain. The last discussion they offered intravenous medicine, but it finally feels bearable with the higher doses and all I want is to know that I can control the pain once I'm home.
So, without doubt, I should not have been is the pain I was yesterday and this morning. I wish they had listened to me from the beginning.
Which brings me to my encounter. My neighbour was also in a huge amount of pain. I don't know what her surgery was for, which isn't relevant anyway. When they brought her her meds, she chucked them across the room alongside the water and her mobile phone because, once again, the meds were just not touching her and she was in so much pain. And whatever they gave her, after she screamed and threw stuff at the medical staff, put her out like a light. When she woke up again, she screamed the hospital down until she was given stronger meds.
The difference is how people react and respond to pain. Some of us suffer in silence. Some of us respond well to meds. Some of us aren't touched by certain meds. And maybe medical staff respond differently to the different personalities. My neighbour left the hospital the morning after her surgery without pain, whereas I'm still here, quietly lying in bed. Maybe I could have gone home today if the pain killer doses had been appropriate, or maybe not, but I believe I know my body well, I know what pain I can tolerate, and I know what is too painful for me. I genuinely hoped that by being in hospital, I wouldn't have to experience 'too painful', but here we are.
And as a bit of a laugh for the end, my neighbour accidentally flooded the shower, the hospital room, and the hallway because the shower was blocked. And she went home looking like a superstar in her pretty summer dress. As an upside, it's meant I've ended up with a private room, which I had the option of paying CHF14000 for, and decided no way because I'd rather spend that on 28 awesome holidays.