Ethan Wilson6 said:Hey everyone, I have a quick question for Michael Diaz4...
How much inflammation were you dealing with before your surgery, and how many days did the recovery take? For me, back when things flared up three years ago, I felt like I was completely out of commission for about 15 to 20 days. I actually went to the same clinic where you had your procedure, and the diagnosis was pretty grim—stage 4, prolapsed, thrombosed, and inflamed. The doctor showed me that it could actually be pushed back in, even though the pain was absolutely hellish. Then he just sent me home with a prescription for antibiotics, some cream, and suppositories. He basically told me, "Take the antibiotics, take the painkillers, use the suppositories, and try to push it back in whenever you can." So, naturally, I did exactly what he said...
After that last flare-up passed, I actually stayed pretty active and didn't deal with any issues for almost three years. But then, two days ago—today makes it three—everything flared up again. I didn't bother heading to the doctor this time; instead, I'm just trying to repeat that same treatment regimen they prescribed me during the last episode. Honestly, though, my memory is failing me. I can't quite recall how long it took for things to settle back down and stay in place, or how much time I needed before I could finally get that plug back in there...
There are two main reasons why I haven't gone through with the surgery yet. First off, the cost was just too high—I simply didn't have the funds set aside for something like that. And second, honestly? I’m terrified of what might happen during the recovery process. Dealing with post-op complications is a huge weight on my mind.
I was scrolling through some old threads and ended up landing on your posts from pages 82 and 83... I see you were completely out of commission for three weeks there. 😢 Hopefully, things move a bit faster on my end...
Man, how it hurts...
Uuuuuhhh... I’m so sorry. I know you probably didn't want surgery, but the exact same doctor told me that it was absolutely necessary. If you didn't have the money or if you were just scared, I completely understand why things ended up that way. I truly hope something provides you some relief. Honestly, I don't think it's ever going to clear up on its own like that. You can live with it as long as there isn't inflammation, but that's a ticking time bomb. Inflammation before surgery? Let me think... During the war, I remember screaming from the pain maybe four or five times—I honestly thought I was going to die. Then it would settle down. A few years after the war, it happened another three or four times, though it wasn't quite as intense as during the war. It flared up constantly, but somehow I managed. I was always applying ointments, messing around with different creams... To be honest, for a couple of years, I actually forgot I even had this issue. It was terrible, but only occasional. Then, back in 2006, it was a disaster three separate times. I was probably old enough to consider surgery then, but nobody even took a serious look at it; I just kept applying cream. That happened about three times that year, if I recall correctly. Fast forward to two years ago, and I had a total collapse. I nearly died. I was on an IV right before the surgery. And listen, you shouldn't be afraid of the recovery period. It isn't nearly as bad as the time leading up to the procedure. I was cold-blooded about it: I decided there was no point in living if this continued. I figured it was better to die than to keep suffering. I’d be screaming, begging God to just let me die, but nothing worked. My body was giving out. I started getting throat infections and fevers. When they checked my white blood cell count before surgery, it was through the roof. Kandić couldn't even bear to look at it; he just said, "This is an emergency surgery." The cleaning process, the agony through the night... at 6:00 AM, I was screaming after my last bowel movement, but I knew I was finally heading into surgery. Then, slowly, the pain dipped down to a tolerable level—just enough so I wasn't screaming anymore. I laid down in the car (sitting was impossible), went in for the pre-op exam, and just lay there peacefully, happy that the suffering was almost over. Nothing else mattered. At that point, I felt like even dying wouldn't be hard. The surgery itself went fine, though it lasted about two hours. It feels great immediately afterward; nothing hurts for the first few hours, though the lower half of your body feels completely numb. That first morning was rough, though—removing the plug, feeling a bit dazed in a semi-conscious state. Then comes the constant washing, rinsing, and walking around during the day, followed by that nagging pain that keeps you from sleeping until late after midnight. In the morning, it’s not too bad because those IV anesthetics are still working. Once I got home, it was hit or miss. That first night at home was brutal; no sleep, just dizziness and a constant cycle of antibiotics and other meds like Controloc. But slowly, it began to ease up. I wrote about exactly how it went two years ago. Now, I am a new man. A new silhouette (a perfect one, to be exact) and zero lingering issues. I am incredibly happy. I truly hope nobody ever has to go through what I went through before the surgery. But again, life finds a way to pull through.