Recovery notes
Aug. 17th, 2009 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Probably TMI for most folks, but I record this for posterity and anyone interested in such details:
I stopped taking Vicodin after Saturday night because, frankly, I wasn't feeling much pain, just a vague achiness. It was like that pre-cramps feeling, if you know what I mean, just a cloud of feeling vaguely off.
When I did feel cramps, they were bowel-related. Reading on-line, I found a lot of women saying the same thing, that it was the gas/constipation/bowels that caused the most discomfort, and I'll add my voice to that chorus. During the procedure, they pump gas into the abdominal cavity to make it easier to maneuver around, and a lot of that gas gets trapped and slowly exits the body. The narcotics can cause constipation as well, although my doctor had me taking Miralax starting the day before to counteract that. Nonetheless, I spent a great deal of yesterday visiting the bathroom. Even though I wasn't constipated, it was still taking a while for things to exit, despite the gas attempting to push things along. (I get an image of a crowded hallway with people shuffling along slowly, while various excitable individuals are keep trying to push their way through the crowd, making everyone uncomfortable.) I found taking short walks helped this process immensely. Emphasis on short -- sometimes to the end of the block and back was sufficiently stimulating.
The results were clear in the scale numbers this morning -- down about 7 pounds from yesterday. And I feel considerably less bloated, no surprise. Must keep pumping those liquids, though.
I went for a nice, 15-minute walk this morning. Wish it didn't get so warm in the middle of the day, because taking walks does feel good. And continues to be stimulating. My goodness.
I had a stack of mysteries for light reading during recovery, but I've bounced off of three of them so far. I just can't bring myself to care or excuse the silly plots. Have I lost my suspenders of disbelief? I must cast about for other books to read (not like finding books will be hard, only making the choice is difficult).
I stopped taking Vicodin after Saturday night because, frankly, I wasn't feeling much pain, just a vague achiness. It was like that pre-cramps feeling, if you know what I mean, just a cloud of feeling vaguely off.
When I did feel cramps, they were bowel-related. Reading on-line, I found a lot of women saying the same thing, that it was the gas/constipation/bowels that caused the most discomfort, and I'll add my voice to that chorus. During the procedure, they pump gas into the abdominal cavity to make it easier to maneuver around, and a lot of that gas gets trapped and slowly exits the body. The narcotics can cause constipation as well, although my doctor had me taking Miralax starting the day before to counteract that. Nonetheless, I spent a great deal of yesterday visiting the bathroom. Even though I wasn't constipated, it was still taking a while for things to exit, despite the gas attempting to push things along. (I get an image of a crowded hallway with people shuffling along slowly, while various excitable individuals are keep trying to push their way through the crowd, making everyone uncomfortable.) I found taking short walks helped this process immensely. Emphasis on short -- sometimes to the end of the block and back was sufficiently stimulating.
The results were clear in the scale numbers this morning -- down about 7 pounds from yesterday. And I feel considerably less bloated, no surprise. Must keep pumping those liquids, though.
I went for a nice, 15-minute walk this morning. Wish it didn't get so warm in the middle of the day, because taking walks does feel good. And continues to be stimulating. My goodness.
I had a stack of mysteries for light reading during recovery, but I've bounced off of three of them so far. I just can't bring myself to care or excuse the silly plots. Have I lost my suspenders of disbelief? I must cast about for other books to read (not like finding books will be hard, only making the choice is difficult).
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Date: 2009-08-17 06:22 pm (UTC)And I often find that old favorites are best when I want comfort. PG Wodehouse is in that group, and it's hard to find anything sillier, but he carries it off.
stack of mysteries
Date: 2009-08-18 12:01 am (UTC)