I'd agree that the hospital experience was really not too bad.
Quote from: RichardMEL on August 14, 2011, 05:49:25 AMI'd agree that the hospital experience was really not too bad.Or you can have my experience, where pretty much everything that could go wrong, short of actually needing a funeral, did go wrong. My first coherent memory after surgery was hallucinating giant spiders climbing out of the walls. The next thing I really remember after that was screaming in pain for hours, until a nurse finally asked me what I thought he could do about it. I distinctly remember grabbing him by his shirt, pulling him toward me and growling, "KNOCK ME OUT!"After that, I don't remember much for most of the next month. I went in for surgery in the summer and woke up in the fall!
OH NO Jbeany!! What the heck happened? Some sort of surgery or medication error?xo,R
Quote from: rsudock on August 14, 2011, 09:17:00 PMOH NO Jbeany!! What the heck happened? Some sort of surgery or medication error?xo,RThe giant spiders were my own personal Dilaudid reaction. I woke up from transplant surgery paranoid and hallucinating. I accused the nurse of trying to kill me, and keeping my family away so they wouldn't know what she was doing. I tried to yank all my tubes out and get out of bed to run away. When it finally wore off, I was in restraints (and distinctly embarrassed!) My sister graciously informs me that I was babbling about giant raccoons attacking me as well, and as I started to come down and they released the restraints, I waved my hands around for quite a while, and when she asked what I was doing, I told her I was wrapping all my Christmas presents.The screaming the next day was because my intestines had twisted themselves into a knot. The nurses just figured I was a drug-seeking constipated wimp, and kept ignoring me. That was the first of the 3 surgeries I had that followed in the several weeks after transplant, as they tried to fix all the snowballing complications. Among other fun - the connection between my intestines and where they had connected the bile drain for my new pancreas developed a leak. The contents of my intestines all drained out through my incision and the bile eventually disintegrated a large portion of the flesh of my abdomen. One of the surgeries was an attempt to remove the new pancreas, but by then, it was already to well seated to be removed without causing more trouble. In the end, they simply put me on all IV nutrition for 4 months, with no food or drink at all by mouth, and simply waited for the leak to seal itself with scar tissue. That did finally happen, but in the mean time, all the skin around my incision had come loose because the bile had eaten away the connective tissue. I had spent so much time laying down/unconscious that it all shifted to the side and healed in place there, leaving the muscle and tissue in the middle exposed. I spent nearly a year wet bandaging a giant open abdominal wound before they skin grafted over it. Several months after the skin graft was placed, I herniated, and my intestines began to slide out under the graft. That's what they finally fixed at the end of June, which of course is what gave me the post-op infection I just had, and what landed me in the emergency room, unable to even keep down water at the end of July. (I still like the 30 pound weight loss in two months, though. The free tummy tuck I got out of this was nice, too, even if I don't have a belly button anymore. And for an added bonus, I'm still slowly losing weight, because repositioning all my intestines back on the inside and pulling all the muscle back to the center and holding it there has acted like my own stomach stapling as well - I get full on much smaller portions than I used to.)My two year kidneyversary is in 12 days. It's been quite a ride!Seriously, back to procedures - I don't mean to scare anyone away from the idea of a transplant. Mine is actually working fine, in spite of all I've gone through. I still need no insulin, and my creatinine runs in a lovely sine wave curve between .8 and 1.1 all the time. But if you are making the choice, you need to understand that it is a risk, not a simple thing.
Are you sure it was the Dilaudid because it sounds like a flashback. Were you at Woodstock back in 69 and you ignored the warnings to not try the brown acid.
That's not even a glass half full versus half empty kind of thing...that's more like...glass broke but bottom piece still had a few sips left and the slivers were big enough to strain out kind of thing.