Surgery and surgery, and...more surgery

I spent a total of 6 days in the hospital.  The day after my first surgery, I had my first hemodialysis treatment.  Hemodialysis means they remove a ton of your blood, filter through a "washing machine" where it removes the toxins from your blood(acting like an artificial kidney) and then return your own blood to you. Pretty exciting in theory, but it was relatively uneventful the first time.  I slept through much of it and had a low blood sugar episode at the end. 

I felt exhausted from the recent events, but friends came to see me that afternoon and commented that I looked better than I had in months.  There was pink in my cheeks and I even noticed that my face looked less hollow and less pale.  I was excited to start feeling better; I began imagining all the things I'd do with my soon-to-arrive energy.  

Then my doctor returned and let me know, surprise! The catheter surgery that I'd just had was only emergency/temporary and I'd need a second surgery, for a perm cath, on the next day. What?! I was really, really upset….to think I'd gone through the hellacious nightmare and it was only a temporary placement.  I was also scared to go though surgery again, given the terrible experience the day before, but it was necessary, and I went through it.  

As I was being prepped for the surgery, I saw Omar, the radiologist who had so much trouble with my placement, and I could hear his "I'm sorry"s echoing over and over in my head. I asked the nurse if he was going to perform the surgery and she assured me it would be another surgeon. Awesome. I skated through this time, under local sedation, didn't feel much at all but I was awake for the whole thing. I got to shower that evening, a simple pleasure I had recently missed.  The next day I found out I wasn't supposed to shower as it was too risky with the open line to my heart. I was glad to have gotten to shower and escape unscathed. I am planning to go home in the morning.  

But my doctor has other plans…next morning he lets me know I've been ok'ed for the peritoneal dialysis catheter placement and it is best to take care of it while I am still in the hospital.  It takes a lot of discussion for him to convince me; I am exhausted and really, really done with my hospital stay.  I am frustrated with the lack of understanding, rigid treatment and nonexistent communication regarding my fluctuating blood sugars and feel like I can do a better job of monitoring myself at home. Ultimately, I stay another two days, all the while receiving in hospital hemodialysis and finally have peritoneal catheter placement surgery on day 6.  I go under general sedation and it goes without a hitch.  I don't even remember a doctor following up with me afterwards, but I went home that evening. 





Although I am nervous about what the future holds and what my limitations may be, I am excited to be free of the hospital. After the nurse wheeled me out of the exit doors, it took all my restraint to keep from skipping to the car.