Pain, Pain, Go Away. And so on and so forth.

The night before my surgery I woke up pissed. I was thinking about that stupid pregnancy test and it just made me angry. If my word that I definitely am not pregnant wasn’t good enough, then why do they bother asking?? I thought of all the snippy responses I could make including, “If my test came back positive then I wouldn’t need the surgery, I could heal myself and everyone in the general vicinity.”

The surgery itself went well I guess. It took about an hour and a half. I was a bit shocked to see my right foot bandaged from toe to knee, wrapped in an ace bandage and fortified with a hard splint. Not sure why they didn’t just boot me. While the option of a skin graft was there, it wasn’t until I moved on the gurney that I realized that’s exactly what had happened. The graft site was on the back of my thigh, just under my buttocks. I realized painfully, that the site is exactly where a toilet seat hits when I sit down to pee.

My left foot looks fairly normal with a wadded hunk of gauze taped to the arch. It also hurts like a mo-fo.

Everything hurts.

The dozen steps I had to take between the gurney and the bathroom in post-op made me realize that not even my c-section surgeries hurt this much. On the two-hour drive home from the Metro, we had stopped at a gas station to get something to drink. I think the combination of morphine, percocets and vehicle movement were too much and I nearly threw up in the back seat of the van. The wave of nausea passed but I just felt like crap.

Once we made it back into town, I started dreading the walk that was necessary to get me from the van to the bedroom. There’s no way Sparring Partner could carry me, with his back in poor shape. So we stopped at the in-laws and borrowed an extra walker.

Yes, you read that correctly. A walker. It has been a godsend. Now originally, the oncologist thought that this surgery wouldnt hamper my ability to go to work the day after. I’ve quickly realized that I won’t be going back to work (it’s another temp position) until Monday. The doctor’s instructions are laughable: “toe touch weight bearing”. Not sure how one walks with just toe touch on both feet. I would need a pair of fucking wings for that. Going from the garage to the bedroom was excruciating: I was crying half-way there, which is at the kitchen table where Doodicus was sitting with his homework. I saw from the corner of my eyes (full of vision blurring tears) that he was staring at me, afraid to say anything. I’m not sure he’s ever seen me cry in pain.

I’m throwing back percocets as soon as the four hours pass to counter that pain. I am taking something to help the nausea pass. I am taking something so everything I eat while on pain meds will pass. On top of those three things, I am also on an antibiotic.

I return to the Metro on the 20th to have the splint removed. By then the path report should be back on the second mole. By then, I should only be limping. By then I will be dying for a bath or a shower as I’m not allowed either since there’s no way for me to keep one entire leg dry. It’s whore baths for the next week. You better count your lucky stars that you are where you are and I’m where I am. Not that I’ll get too stinky, but because my mood is most foul. Until I have my perc and then I’m a happy camper. A sleepy, nauseous and wounded camper.

22 thoughts on “Pain, Pain, Go Away. And so on and so forth.”

  1. Hope you are feeling much better very soon. Having both legs sort of out of commission makes life quite difficult. Skin graft donor sites usually hurt like shit. Hugs.

  2. Oh DD, OWWW! Wings indeed. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t they give you Vicodin? This seems like a bit much for Percocet, you know? I hope it heals miraculously fast and that you start feeling better soon. I’ve been keeping up even though I’m a crap commenter and I’m rooting for you. Hang in there babe. I love you.

    1. Percocet is actually considered a stronger pain med than Vicodin. This is why Vicodin can be called in and Percocet has to have a written prescription at the pharmacy.

  3. Glad it is over and good luck with the pain. Glad you had the option for getting a walker but you need to post us a picture of that so we can pick on you being old. 😉
    Hope that all the results come back good this time around and that you are all done with this and can just enjoy your kids while they will let you.
    17 years old is a really crappy age to try and parent, just warning you now. 😉

  4. Wow. I had no idea it would be such an intense surgery. Wishing you a relatively pain-free few weeks. BTW, if it makes you feel any better I looked at that first picture and thought “what a pretty shade of red”

    “whore bath” – heh.

  5. Oy — I’m glad surgery is over. What a wreck. I found that when I was on percocet after mouth surgery, I was so freakin’ down. The medicine just depressed me. I need to get the other side of my mouth done, but when I do, I’m clearing my schedule and spending three days in bed just taking the percocet and not seeing anyone. All I’d end up doing is crying hysterically from the pain and the pills.

  6. Nothing can be easy right? I hate this for you and I hope the path report comes back clean. Stayed doped up as long as you can, that’s my advice any way. 🙂

  7. Poor poor you. Don’t stint on the pain meds and don’t stint on the anti-constipation meds because I tell you opiate induced constipation is beyond painful. Hoping the biopsy is ok.

  8. This just sucks!

    Maybe this is a good excuse to buy one of those pee funnels so you can pee standing up? Don’t have any good ideas for how to handle poops though.

  9. Oh yikes… skin grafts are awful. I’m glad the percocet is helping a bit. As for the walker – have you snazzed it up? I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers for a quick recovery from all of this and a clean path report. Hang in there!

  10. Oh man, I hope you feel better… SOON. This just sounds awful. I’m glad the surgery is over though. Another upside? You don’t have to deal with Ms. Prego Dipshit until Monday. Hey, it’s something.

    Take care of yourself. Wish I could think of something better to say.

  11. Oh, you poor baby. My skin is crawling in sympathy. I hope you’re back in fighting form before the weekend, even. And I hope the biopsy shows that nothing is there. Meanwhile, more painkillers!

  12. I’ve been stalking your blog waiting for an update. I’m glad you’re OK, but sorry you’re in so much pain. Enjoy your meds and get some rest.

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