Glad to be home but still not happy

My hospital time this time was awful.  Apparenty either being in the hospital or being under anethesia makes me have major meltdowns.

Got out of surgery and didn't feel too bad.  Sore, but still pretty much out of it.  The Brit stayed till 8:00, then I watched TBL and after that, I decided to go walk.  Apparently, I had till midnight to pee and no peeing had been happening.  I had a cathetar for my surgery which was removed immediately after at 4:30.  If I didn't pee by midnight, they would have to put a cathetar in while I was awake and of course, the thought of it freaked me out. 

I walked and walked and drank and drank and though the pressure was there to go, I just couldn't.  At 11:45 I had a total meltdown out of fear, exhaustion and hunger.  Earlier, my dinner consisted of chicken broth, full sugar jello and full sugar ice cream.  Yeah.  I drank the broth and left the rest.  So, one of the very kind nurses, sonogramed my bladder as I bordered on hysterics and she was able to talk the doctor into giving me to 1:30am to pee.  So more walking and walking and drinking and drinking and I was so damn tired, I was almost ready to just tell them to do the cathater so I could sleep.  But finally at 1:15 I produced and was able to go to bed. 

I slept off and on from 1:30am till 4:00am and then was up.  A nurse came into to tend to my roomate and decided that switching on all the lights at 4:00 was a jolly good idea.  No more sleeping for me though my roomie had no problems going back to sleep.

From 4:00 on, all I wanted was breakfast.  I had explained to my night nurse that the full sugar stuff I couldn't have and she promised to sort it out for me.  When breakfast finally came at 8:30, I had another meltdown, this one I blame on lack of sleep.  Really, I am not a cry baby; I hardly ever cry, but something about hospitals bring out the big ole baby in me.  They had brought me vanilla yogurt (I love every single other kind but vanilla.  Cannot hack vanilla) and a freaking protein mix and milk and ya'll know how I feel about protein drinks.  I didn't touch any of it.

The discharge nurse came to see me around 9:30 and was alarmed that I hadn't eaten, so I explained to her what had happened last night and what had happened this morning.  She was completely annoyed because my night nurse had put me in for a meal equivilent for a brand new RNY patient.  No, no, no.  So she got me some cereal and a lemon yogurt and I felt much better.

However, on the hour and a half drive home, I had to make The Brit stop three times for me to pee, as the pressure on my bladder was unbearable.  I was actually getting alarmed and it didn't improve at home either.  I took a three hour nap and had to get up twice to pee and when I'm awake, the pressure builds about every twenty minutes.  I called the resident on call and she believes I have a urinary infection caused by the cathater, so she has called me in two more meds to go with my percocet.  Ugh!

My stomach looks awful and creepy.  Five incisions, and the left side of my tummy is oddly distended, which they said was normal but it creeps me out to look at it.

I'm in pain and I have to pee.  This feels worse than the RNY for me but I think that is because I was in the hospital for four nights with my RNY, so by the time I came home, I felt pretty good.  Not feeling so swift this time.