I wish I had snapped a photo of the actual turkey salad ( the image is a stock version) but such is life.
I worked my regular shift on Saturday, came home, and went to bed early because I was attending the Maryland vs Iowa game on Sunday afternoon.
I was excited because I had never been to a Maryland game since they left Cole Field House.
I wanted to be rested so I could enjoy the day but after only a few hours of rest, I woke with bad stomach pain that wouldn't go away.
I was worried that it might be pancreatitis or appendicitis because of where the pain was located.
After hours of pain, I had to reluctantly beg off the game, which was the right thing to do as I wouldn't have had any fun in my condition and spent most of Sunday in bed in an attempt to get myself together.
Cherie was working on me to check things out at a local Urgent Care and Monday morning, I agreed to do so, figuring it would be a few pills and moving things along.
After a few tests, the doctor came in and told me that there was an issue, that needed to be addressed immediately did Cherie and I prefer to have the ambulance take me to the hospital, or would Cherie rather drive me there?
We didn't have time to stop at our house, so I didn't have my laptop for the stay, resulting in the lack of TRS updates.
I didn't spend much time in the waiting room but I spent hours taking various tests while hooked up to an IV, sitting in a hallway with Cherie, who was so caring and patient with me.
I'm doing all this and thinking (in my dazed mind) that I just need to get through these and go home.
I mentioned this to Cherie and she said "Shawn, I don't think you are going home today".
The issue would be my gall bladder and almost all of it would be removed.
She was right and they decided to admit me with the only question being would the surgery be tonight or the following day?
It would be tomorrow and other than a turkey salad sandwich, it would be one of the longest evenings I've ever spent.
At midnight, I wasn't allowed food and water with the surgery scheduled for the early morning, so I was without that and the surgery wound up happening in the early afternoon, which made me grouchy.
That only added to my unease because I had never had surgery in my life.
That's a long time to never have had surgery and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at all concerned.
My Mom was never the same after coming out from an anesthetic from a routine surgery and since I've never had surgery, it was a bit disconcerting.
The surgery would be okay but when I woke up, I had trouble communicating.
I couldn't connect the word that I wanted to speak that I "saw" in my mind with the word that I would say.
For example, if I tried to say "Salt Shaker" and would come up with "Orange Glass" it was more than a little scary for me.
I had never seen so many nurses and doctors running around and I was quickly taken for testing for a possible problem called "Aphasia".
I was concerned as they wheeled me around the hospital to the testing site ( That was exactly as I have seen on television and film, looking up at the lights was pretty neat!) but I cleared the test fortunately, and even though the problem didn't completely leave, it was enough to know that there wasn't a neurological issue.
Ryan decided to come in from Nebraska after that adventure and he would be around for the remainder of my stay and a few days after I came home.
However, the problems weren't gone as the surgery needed some touchup work on the "hinges" (I really don't want to get too specific or too graphic), so with that needing to be fixed, it was time for surgery two to clean things up a bit.
However, that couldn't happen yet because my heartbeat was out of rhythm or "AFib" and they couldn't do anything further until that was under control.
That happened naturally because I didn't do anything or notice until my first nurse, Kalie, noticed and let the right people know.
Kalie was terrific and I didn't have a chance to tell her how great she was because I was moved to another room and floor on her off day, so I wouldn't see her again.
The worst pain of the week was yet to come and this is the one note that is hard to write about.
I had fallen asleep after dinner and we (Cherie stayed the night with me this evening) had been told before the first surgery that they tried to avoid the older style surgery that would leave me with a longer scar and that now they used three small incisions that they used a type of gas to help them do what they needed and then would sew me up but did warn that some times all the gas didn't dissipate right away, and could rise painfully.
I woke up with incredible pain in my right shoulder and saw the clock read 12:50 AM.
The pain was directly on my shoulder bone, was about the size of a dime or nickel, and the pain felt like a power saw was cutting my shoulder off!
I screamed for what the nurse's notes would later state was an hour (I'm not sure if that was too long or even too short, time was irrelevant to me at that stage) and drug my IV cart to the door as a horrified Cherie watched and begged for some help, in which the attending CNA asked what my pain level was.
I felt bad later for yelling "10" at her but I'm not sure I can express the pain that I was feeling and the follow-up of "We will have to take your blood pressure" didn't help things any!
Finally, my nurse for the evening Lisa came in with pain pills and a morphine drip that she told Cherie wasn't going to take the pain away but would make it easier for me to handle and would help me sleep, which was true, eventually ending one of the longest periods of my life.
The pain was still there with an MRI scheduled for the next morning that would take about an hour.
I told my technician that I would hang in there for as long as I could and I made it until the final five minutes when she said that she had finished.
I returned to my room, fell asleep, and when I woke up the pain was gone and never returned.
I've never felt such pain before and I felt so small during it.
Even now, it's difficult just thinking of it.
There were two problems during my stay that just drove me nuts.
The first was that my tests and surgeries were often decided (time) without me knowing it so I wouldn't have eaten and then the time to not eat before the event would kick in, so later I would become very grouchy.
Then often, it was "Well, you can't have this or that yet", so I'd get some cold broth or other liquid-based item which didn't satisfy me and only made me grouchier.
My room was located across the hall from the manager of the floor and we could look into each other's room." I wanted some real food, so I decided to do something about it.
I walked over and started talking to her and told her I was going to start singing songs until I could receive some non-liquid food.
She laughed and said "Let me help you" and found some music online.
I don't think she thought that I would sing and she was singing along with me as I "performed" (a word I use very loosely) four songs- Surf City by Jan and Dean, Hotel California by the Eagles (not an Eagles fan at all), Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne, and a fourth that I can't remember at this writing and just then Cherie walked down the hallway and pulled me out of the office.
It didn't get me any real food but it was fun anyway and it was nice getting my mind off things for even a little while!
The other issue happened throughout my stay as the IV would start this relentless beeping that would just drive me nuts and it wouldn't stop until the nurse could reset the machine.
I was just one of several patients for each nurse, so this could go on for quite a while until they had the chance to take care of it.
Eventually, a nurse showed me how to shut the machine off but this was a temporary fix as two minutes later (legitimate number, I checked it) the noise would resume.
Ryan would take care of this as he talked to the on-duty nurses before he would leave and ask them to keep an eye on the beeping as I would be very quiet and keep to myself unless that machine started going off!
During the final few days of my stay, the nurses were far quicker to get to the machine and my aggravation dimmed thanks to Ryan and the nurses for that!
Once I was able to get through surgery two, the stay became more of a grind and less about pain.
Constant testing, bloodwork, and check-ups were how I spent my day and finally, I was able to get the call to be released.
At the end of nine days and eight nights, I was going home but not without one more turkey salad sandwich that Cherie brought me from the cafeteria.
Cherie brought me up a few of those when she could and they were so enjoyable that I tried the tuna salad one night for dinner.
Sadly, that was so terrible that I didn't get through one bite before tossing that one!
I'm still recuperating and have a bit under three weeks before I am allowed to return to work.
In some ways, I feel fine and in others not so much but I'm hoping that is part of the process since I've never been through surgery before.
I've tried to shorten some of the details of this for privacy reasons and because this has taken well over a week to finish but I wanted to thank my family, Cherie, Ryan, Rachel, Jeff, and my dad, who visited me often and helped keep me on the track to recovery.
Ryan and Cherie did so much for me both inside and outside the hospital in dealing with all the minutia that comes with these things and I cannot thank them enough for all of their help and extra work.
Words can't express how grateful I am for everything from my family and friends for all they have helped me with,
I didn't tell many people about this until I came home because I didn't want people to worry about me or feel like they needed to keep me active but to those of you who did talk to me while I was there, thank you for entertaining me and keeping my mind off things.
Finally, I have very few things to complain about my treatment at Meritus Center, other than what most patients would gripe about.
I was pleased with my care and treatment and a special thanks to Kalie and Lisa, wherever you are as well as Willow, who worked with me one night and then I recognized her as Jeff's girlfriend!
In the end, I'm mortal after all, which comes with its own reflections and thoughts on the past and the future- a future that I am making changes (physical and mental) to move toward positively to learn from this experience.
Thanks for reading this jumbo-sized post and if you decide to see me sometime, I hear Meritus makes a hell of a turkey salad sandwich.