When It Rains, It pours.... times a thousand...

Okay where do I even start....

DISCLAIMER: there is some graphic-ish explanations of things that happened yesterday...

yesterday was going along normally. I would take my pain meds and feel great but when it came time to take my pills again and the previous pills had worn off I would be in sooo much pain. I could barely walk it was so painful. I honestly didn't notice this until later though. I though I was just in a normal amount of pain, but as I look back, I noticed that it had been getting worse and worse for the last few days. I had my OB appointment yesterday and my doctor took off my steri-strips (similar to butterfly stitches) because I was allergic to them. They made my belly all red and itchy and it was really annoying. She said my incision looked good and just to gently wash it. So I go home and take a nap. Helped with the groceries and other random household stuff. Then I went to the bathroom, which is not the easiest thing after you've had a bowel resection. As I was washing my hands I noticed that there was a stain on my shirt and right as I pulled it up to see what was going on it started gushing. And when I say gushing, I mean geyser-like. It was like a hose, it was horrible. It was this creamy bloody fluid that was just spraying out of my stomach. I immediately yelled for Brady and put my hand over my stomach and as my whole family eventually filtered into the bathroom my hand was holding everything in but as they asked to see what was wrong it would gush out whenever I moved my hand. oh my gosh. this was so scary. I was terrified. I called my surgeon on his cell and he just walked me through how to let it drain and told me just to go to the ER and they would be waiting for me there. By the time we left for the hospital my would had already drained most of the fluid that was in there. So then after I was admitted to the ER the doctor came in and said she would have to cut me open again and clean out the wound and make sure it wasn't leaking fluid from my stomach. This is the worst part. They had to give me some local anesthesia... that hurt.... a lot... I cried. Then... heres where it gets gross... she took a scalpel and just cut my wound open. She didn't do the best job of numbing me and I felt some of the cutting. It was NOT fun. Then she stuck these q-tips all around to see how deep it was. This all hurt really bad. I cringe just thinking about it. Then she just packed it with this special gauze stuff that has medication in it and then put some regular gauze on top and taped it up. It was intense. But I had to stay overnight so they could give me some antibiotics in order to kill off any bacteria that was in me. The doctor told me that I had a hematoma.... or in other words a blood clot. Most of the time these are absorbed into the body but sometimes the body tries to get rid of them. Because my wound was being held together with the stitches and the steri-strips it wasn't able to get rid of it. I literally had 1/3 - 1/2 of a cup of fluid in my stomach just waiting to come out. How gross is that.... seriously some of the grossest things I have ever had to witness in my life. Brady on the other hand loved every second of it. He said watching the doctor cut me made his day... weirdo. So I stayed overnight and got to go home today at 4. Now I'm just watching football with my hubby and grandpa. I will have to change my dressings twice a day until my wound is entirely healed... Good thing my mom is here with her nurse skills and can do it for me instead of having some home health nurse come and do it every day. Anyways... that's whats been going on lately... hope you didn't get too grossed out :( I know I was when I watched it all happen.