I had my surgery on the 24th of August. I have now been out of the hospital for a week officially. The doctor told me I would be in the hospital for 2 or 3 days and I ended up there for a week. The surgery was more complicated than he counted on. The reason that I had been sick on and off for the three months after the first surgery was because I had a pocket of abscess grown around the ruptured appendix and it was eventually grown to the portion of my bowel that the appendix is attached to. My surgery was like hours longer than they thought it would be and they had to remove the part of my bowel that the appendix was attached to. The doctor figured that was the best way to safely remove the appendix and the abscess while doing the least amount of damage during the surgery. When I woke up and they told me that I was upset because the second I heard we removed part of your bowel, I thought I was going to have to live the rest of my life with one of those awful colostomy bags (which I'm sure I spelled wrong). Can you imagine? Going through what I've been through in the last four months and then ending up with these disgusting scars AND one of those things. But I had the best doctor ever and I was okay. I had to have a tube down my throat for five days and couldn't eat but after that I felt a lot better. I also found out why I was getting sick so much when I was in the hospital in Mt Pleasant. If they take that tube out too soon you will throw up because your body isn't ready to digest anything yet. I feel sorry for anyone who ends up in that awful hospital. I also had a seizure while I was in the hospital which was kind of sucky. Except the nurse didn't think I had a seizure...she thought I just randomly pulled my catheter (which again is spelled wrong I'm sure) out while it was still inflated and then didn't remember doing it...genius. She seriously laughed at me when I told her that I was pretty sure I had a seizure because I didn't remember that. How could you not remember that. Especially since they said I was sitting up which was still extremely painful to do screaming in pain because I had pulled it out still inflated. My parents had to call my neurologists office so he would come in because the nurses wouldn't. I had the seizure because of the stupid tube down my throat. They were turning it off for half an hour after I took the medication but the neurologist said that that was not long enough for the medicine to be absorbed. But I've been doing well since I've gotten home. Even being on new seizure medication. So that's great.
I was also surprised with who called and came to visit while I was in the hospital. And I was once again hurt by who didn't bother to come or call. My parents were there every day. Haily came a lot but not everyday because she didn't like the tube thing. Tisha came to visit twice. Victor came and I haven't seen him in forever. Alexis called a few times. Steve even called and he's called me like every couple of days too. However, my own sister couldn't be bothered to come and visit me. Apparently staying at her boyfriend's house was more important. My grandpa didn't visit. I think I had to call Korey. And I was, although I hate to admit it, a little upset that Brandon couldn't even bother to call or send a message or something to see if I was still alive. I know we haven't really even talked really which is not my issue because I told him several times it was up to him but he knew I was having surgery again and he certainly knew what I went through last time. I guess other things were more important. I can't stand Morgan and I sent her a facebook message to see how her student teaching was going. I don't know, it just kind of pisses me off because I was over it. It wasn't my fault and it wasn't anything I did, he was just plain awful to me but I was over it. And then it occurred to me that wow he couldn't even call to see if I was still alive. It's always hard to realize once again that you never meant anything to someone and that your friendship was obviously not important.
My mom got me a puppy. I was a little irritated because I have told her a million times that I didn't want a puppy. I wanted a dog that was a year or two old. And she got me this puppy I think the day I got out of the hospital. I still had staples in my stomach and was doped up on pain meds and she expected me to be able to take care of a puppy. A puppy that doesn't sleep through the night. Not even close to sleeping through the night. But it's been a week and he's already gotten much much better with sleeping through the night. He's stopped crying when he's put in the cage at bedtime and when he gets up in the night to go outside he doesn't cry himself back to sleep. He's even started sleeping later in the morning which is excellent. I gave him his first bath yesterday, in the kitchen sink because I can't bend over the bathtub yet and that was interesting. I was soaked and he was petrified of the water. I just hope he isn't petrified of the car when I try to take him to Mt Pleasant on Monday. That will be an even longer three hour car ride. And that's not counting pit stops for the puppy. I named him Paco because he is part Chihuahua so I figured he needed a mexican name...and there aren't any cool Dachshund names because he also part Dachshund.
He is adorable
