Surgery #2

I was stoked about the second surgery.  Even a little giddy.  My health and energy nearly restored, I just wanted my body back functioning the way it used to.  After this surgery, I'd be more than halfway there.

The second surgery typically is the roughest on your body.  The surgeon has to scrape off any scar tissue that formed after the first surgery, then manipulate the small intestine into the J-shape and attach it to the exit chute.  It's a long surgery, 3-5 hours depending upon how much scar tissue you have.  The surgeon assured me my surgery wouldn't take so long because, "you are young and skinny, It won't be so bad."  It took seven hours.  I gave him shit about that one, believe me. 

Waking up after surgery was painful, but not bad enough to scream profanities in the recovery room.  Maybe because I was more prepared and calmer going into this one, I managed the pain more effectively.  Or, maybe the anesthesiologist knew I was the crazy screaming lady and gave me a stronger hit of narcotics as I came to.  Who knows.  During the days after the surgery, I did notice that the pain was more intense.  Laughing was not so funny anymore, and sneezing was just a bitch, but that is what Percocet is for.  That stuff is awesome.  It's a good thing my Rx was NOT refillable.

It has been about 3 weeks since surgery.  Recovery has been uneventful and pretty boring, actually.  Walking, resting, reading, eating, repeat.  Yawn.  I will take boredom over sick and fatigued, though.  When I wake up every morning I thank God for the energy and vigor I have regained.  Katie observed, "you are much more spunky after this surgery than the last one, Mommy."  I am almost back.

I have a follow up appointment in early October to make sure the j-pouch works, then will schedule the 3rd surgery.  Typically you have to heal for 3 months following the 2nd surgery, so I'm hoping mid-Novemberish for #3.

Til then, my goal is to lay low and heal.