Oh, I am sooooooo happy!
I just came back from my visit to Susie, my wound specialist. Have I mentioned before how awesome Sue is? She’s like the Michael Jordan of wound care. No, he’s retired. She’s the Tiger Woods, the Jimmie Johnson, the Tyler Hansbrough… Whatever your sport, whoever is the elite “top of their game” person, that’s who Susie is. She’s just gooood.
I wish I could describe in detail what all Sue did to make the huge, gaping hole in my stomach become just a tiny indentation. It’s as if the Grand Canyon was all filled in, and is now just a creek on the surface. That’s what I have – a very shallow area that could have been just a deep scrape if you didn’t know any better. Continue reading
It’s now been just over 3 weeks since the intense abdominal pain sent me to the ER in the middle of the night and my gastric bypass surgery complication saga began.
Since then, a case of badly twisted bowels turned into a nasty infection in my incision site. At first I had daily visits from a home health care agency to change what was a “wet to dry” dressing. That basically consisted of gauze stuffed into my open wound with bandages taped over my stomach to hold it all in.
The trauma of seeing my stomach laid open gave me panic attacks every time my dressing was changed. One week ago I was put on a wound vac, which keeps my wound taped up much more securely, drains the fluids that collect in it, and only needs to be changed three times a week. It hurts worse to change this, but it is making my wound heal much faster. Plus I feel much more secure between changes.
All in all, things are getting better. Continue reading
Wanna see my wound?
I went a few days ago and got hooked up to something called a wound vac. Basically, they stuck a sponge that looks a lot like the carbon filter from my son’s fish tank into my wound, attached a drainage tube and hooked the whole thing up to this little machine that gurgles all the time, sucking the draining fluid out of my stomach.
The positives of this machine are that, A, they taped up my wound so it’s no longer just open. That has helped a lot with my anxiety (of course, the Xanax hasn’t exactly hurt matters, either). And B, it is supposed to make said wound heal much faster.
When I went to get this thing installed, after having been told by both the manufacturer AND my Doc’s office where and when my appointment was, I arrived to discover that the hospital had absolutely no record I was coming. No appointment. Couldn’t do anything because there were no doctor’s orders.
I can no longer be surprised by any of this. (WARNING: If you click the “read more” button, you will see an actual photo of my open wound. If you have a very weak stomach, you may want not to do that. You’ve been warned.) Continue reading