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"Not quite the minor outpatient procedure that they make it out to be"
Thank you all for your good wishes. The entry wasn't me, alas: I might have felt less bloody-minded if I'd had a laptop and internet access. I called my sister and asked her to post for me, thinking that she'd say This is Jeanne's sister and etc. However. Am home now with apparently fully expanded lung and a couple of holes in me from this and that.
Essentially, when they do laparoscopic surgery on gall bladders (
feliciter told me the technical name for same but I currently can't recall even what painkiller they had me on), they have to lift the gall bladder out of the way, and as they were doing that with my expanded organ, the probe they were using perforated the diaphragm. Because I was blown up with air, the air all left the lung with a great whoosh and the lung collapsed. So they stuck a shunt or something in my back to drain the lung and bandaged me up and took me off to bed.
All this is quite uncomfortable enough. What they don't tell you is the screaming bloody pain in the shoulder that regularly accompanies a) being blown up with gas and b) gall bladder surgery. They had me on morphine and gravol and it didn't make a dent. Couldn't leave the bed because of drip on left side and shunt in right: *did* have to pee every two hours which meant levering self onto bedpan on screaming shoulders. (Oddly, getting sideswiped by a car in France was much less traumatic all round, but then I was younger and more knocked about and happy just to lie still looking at the ceiling. Also I fancy they put muscle relaxants in my drip. And they give you wine with your meals, a practice other nations should copy.)
So yeah, first night = season in hell until the night nurse put me on an anti-inflammatory. Which stopped the pain but not the morphine side effects, which are the same as fever's: time sense goes out the window. I'd drowse, have half remembered dreams, think odd thoughts, open my eyes, and find only five minutes had passed. And do it again, and again, and again. Grinding, that is. Worse than night flights to Japan, which to date have been my standard for deadly boredom punctuated by a cocktail of painful emotions.
So, yes, I am out and home and feeling reasonably chipper. If I feel chipperer and it stops raining tomorrow, I shall walk over to Suspect Video and get Lan Yu on a week loan. Had thought of renting it before I went in and then thought no, tempting fate that is. Yes, I had bad vibes about this surgery and always did, is why I didn't have it done nine years ago.
Essentially, when they do laparoscopic surgery on gall bladders (
All this is quite uncomfortable enough. What they don't tell you is the screaming bloody pain in the shoulder that regularly accompanies a) being blown up with gas and b) gall bladder surgery. They had me on morphine and gravol and it didn't make a dent. Couldn't leave the bed because of drip on left side and shunt in right: *did* have to pee every two hours which meant levering self onto bedpan on screaming shoulders. (Oddly, getting sideswiped by a car in France was much less traumatic all round, but then I was younger and more knocked about and happy just to lie still looking at the ceiling. Also I fancy they put muscle relaxants in my drip. And they give you wine with your meals, a practice other nations should copy.)
So yeah, first night = season in hell until the night nurse put me on an anti-inflammatory. Which stopped the pain but not the morphine side effects, which are the same as fever's: time sense goes out the window. I'd drowse, have half remembered dreams, think odd thoughts, open my eyes, and find only five minutes had passed. And do it again, and again, and again. Grinding, that is. Worse than night flights to Japan, which to date have been my standard for deadly boredom punctuated by a cocktail of painful emotions.
So, yes, I am out and home and feeling reasonably chipper. If I feel chipperer and it stops raining tomorrow, I shall walk over to Suspect Video and get Lan Yu on a week loan. Had thought of renting it before I went in and then thought no, tempting fate that is. Yes, I had bad vibes about this surgery and always did, is why I didn't have it done nine years ago.

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Still, I wish you all the whatever's you need for a speedy recovery. *very very gentle hugs and e-wine!*
much love.
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The worst part is that hospital beds are so freaking *uncomfortable*.
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Wine in served with hospital food sounds awesome!
(hugs!) Rest up!
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French hospital food is nothing like our own. Even in the general hospital you got a choice of two entrees, and at the private clinique it was five! (omelette aux fines herbes, fricassee of rabbit, chicken in wine, entrecote, and I forget the fifth.) Three cheeses! Two desserts! And red or white wine!
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And wow, I hope if I ever get that sick, it's when I'm in France. O.O
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Also the other thing I kept thinking was 'At least it's not breast reduction surgery like N and K and D had, think how awful *that* would be.'
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holyholey. O_OI'd drowse, have half remembered dreams, think odd thoughts, open my eyes, and find only five minutes had passed. And do it again, and again, and again.
So, basically, like being baked on pot. Dude! (Interesting.)
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Is that what pot's like? I can't see the point myself. Why slow time down when you want it to pass? Admittedly, if you're not in pain and the nightmare of unwellness, it might have its uses, like when you're cramming for a final.
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Virtual wine is virtually sent your way.
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But I am glad to see you back and patched up, etc. Take care of yourself KK? Get better soon!!!!!!!
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(Though I wish I'd pressed him for percocet, which might come in handy at some future date. As it is, I have a prescrip for tylenol 3 = basil leaves, and basil leaves that don't much like me.)
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I am heading out to Japan in the first week of May (work, alas). I'd like to send you some good reading material to help out with the boredom. Let me know what you'd like K? Or let Riko know. I'll be staying with a friend stationed in Yokohama and will see Riko at least 2-3 times if she's not working herself dedded again.
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Kohri no Mamono 13-end is what I'd like, actually, if stray volumes show up at bookoff ever.
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Thought you might have been posting from general ward. The hospital I work at does have (fitful) wireless access in wards away from ICU, so we occasionally see patients typing or surfing to while away the time until their drains can be removed.
perforated the diaphragm
Ah, thanks for clarifying. Was labouring under misapprehension that "collapsed lung" referred to mucus blockage of the airways after extubation, leading to collapse from the inside (which is the more common meaning in medical jargon in my parts), rather than pressure of air from the outside (a pneumothorax).
pain in the shoulder
Same nerves that supply the diaphragm and area around the upper liver and gallbladder (C3,4,5, if you're interested) also supply the shoulder, hence injury (or distension with air) to former caues pain to be felt in the region of the latter.
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hence injury (or distension with air) to former causes pain to be felt in the region of the latter.
On the evidence of two ops involving distension, it's the shoulder pain they should be medicating for, not the incisions. The latter hurt no more than a slightly torn muscle; the former involves pouring molten lead into the joint, but the patient literature somehow refers to it as 'discomfort.'
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Referred pain i.e. "referred" from site of actual injury to places innervated by same nerve roots (the source of branching nerve endings to various places) can be much more painful than where the injury is. Anti-inflammatory drugs (don't know trade name, but we use indomethacin, diclofenac or naproxen), opioids (codeine, tramadol, mist morphine) or specific agents for neuralgia (amitryptyline etc) are all useful.
Cough also occurs due to irritation of said diaphragm, in addition to mucus etc. If painful, said opioids are best cough suppressant.
apologies for babble.
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Yes, well- perforating diaphragms is a bit unusual as well. Anything can happen, is the motto.
babble is fascinating
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I'm glad you're back home recovering.
Ugh, morphine. I've never been on it but from what I've heard (and seen with my gran) I would be very deeply disturbed by the side effects.
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Felt more like all the electric cords that tangle up around a computer or television, and always in each other's way, and always getting pulled out by accident. Though if they'd added a catheter to it I might have been thinking distilleries and/or The Genesis of Nataku.
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I thought Lan Yu enjoyable enough, so hopefully it'll help pass the time.
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