Raymond Smith3
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joined Nov 2011
Hey everyone, I’m short on time so I’ll just give you the rundown of my hospital experience.
I checked into the ward in the morning and met a doctor who immediately threw me into a bit of a dilemma
with a question like—so, you've actually decided to go through with it? Look, 90% of the people on this floor have much bigger issues than you, yet nobody is stepping up for surgery. I’ll admit, that gave me pause
but I stood my ground and said I was doing it, so he told me if that was the plan, we’d make it happen. After the procedure, he actually confessed that he didn't realize it needed to be operated on until he was right in the middle of it. Anyway, I got settled in, grabbed a bed and a shared locker for my stuff, changed, and waited for the schedule. They ran all the tests: blood work, blood pressure, EKG, temperature, and about a hundred "this or that" questions.
Finally, they ask for a signature, and then I'm getting poked in both hands with needles for meds and IVs. I've always had a bit of a phobia regarding needles. As soon as that was done, I suddenly felt sick—it's weird, because an hour ago I felt perfectly fine, and now I feel like one of those older patients around them, mostly folks over 60. It's PSYCHOLOGY. Regarding the prep, I just used two suppositories the day before, which I did at home. I wasn't actually that terrified, which surprised me; the doctor basically told me, "Just show up, we'll handle the rest." And honestly, they did.
Around 2:30 PM, a nurse showed up and said, "Time for shaving, you're scheduled for 3:00."
We headed to an outpatient clinic within the unit that was buzzing with activity—all female staff. The next thing I heard was, "Get on the table and strip down." I'm like, excuse me...? "Come on, you heard me," they said. At that point, nobody cares about my backside; they see much worse things every day. We got that out of the way, and while we were at it, I was handed half of a small blue "magic pill." Five minutes later, they wrapped both my legs up to above the knee to prevent thrombosis—if I understood correctly, and they stay wrapped for 24 hours. After that, they picked me up and took me to the pre-op room, where I pretty much lost consciousness thanks to that magic pill. In fragments, I remember them giving me an epidural and inserting a small catheter into my spine so they could manage my pain meds over the next few days.
The surgery lasted about an hour, and I slept through the whole thing thanks to the anesthesiologist—shout out to Dr. Reinic. I was taken back to my room, though I only have hazy memories of the aftermath. That evening, I had trouble urinating. Women would definitely be spared that particular hassle. I couldn't really relax because it hurt, though not nearly as much as I expected. I had a catheter inserted, which wasn't exactly a painless process. I had a rough night because any movement hurt, but I managed to get some sleep. The next morning, a slight fever, some mild aches, and then
the catheter removal—which was tolerable. However, by the afternoon, the urinary issues returned because of the irritation from the previous day. They had to insert the catheter again, and this time it was way more painful than the first time, though it feels great once you get relief. There was some blood—ugh.
A quiet night followed by the usual morning rounds and doctor visit. No fever, just light pain—can't believe it. By that afternoon, I was being discharged, and honestly, I was walking around yesterday like nothing happened. Once I got home, the painful urination started, and that pain persists today—not agonizing, but definitely there. The next day came the first bowel movement, which is what everyone dreads because it can be almost unbearable. No blood, just a tiny bit. Every subsequent movement gets easier. This lasts about 10 days, but it's manageable. You see improvement every single day. The doctor said the discomfort lasts 14 days, but I'm already sitting comfortably without issues.
That's the gist of it. Don't let fear hold you back from getting relief; it's worth it.
One more important thing: about 2% of people can't control gas or soft stools after surgery. Luckily, I'm not in that group, and my doctor confirmed that as long as he's the one managing it, I shouldn't worry. Kudos to DR. BACIC. After the operation, using the Milligan-Morgan system, there's no need for follow-up procedures, whereas a friend of mine in a major US city went via the Doppler or HAL method and has already had to go back for treatment four times in 20 years.
Just think about it. This is the cold, hard truth. Cheers to everyone!!!👍