Day 14 - Not Over Yet?

6/19/12

     Once the surgeon had left, I remembered tracing my hideous scar down my body and at the end of it, about an inch further, I noticed that there were three fresh open slits with yellow rubber tubings coming out of them.  The cuts were deep enough that I could see that the tubings went pretty far in, and I immediately began thinking, this is not good; because I just knew that they were going to have to come out eventually and that it was probably going to hurt like a bitch!  I then felt an irritation in my dick and peeked down and saw a catheter in it and I just said, "fuck" because I knew that they were going to have to take that out too and that wasn't going to be a walk in the park either.  Aside from the hideous scar and the IV's in my arms I was pleased that there was nothing else that they had to take out, until I noticed that there was a IV in my neck which just made things even better!  But, I knew that the worst part was going to be the tubings in my stomach or the catheter in my dick.
     It must have only been about a half an hr later when another Dr. came in and said he was going to pull the tubings out from me.  Immediately my heart started to race because from the way the open cuts looked in my stomach I just knew it was going to hurt like a "bitch".  Thank god I had heard from the patient or nurses next to me say that I would receive a morphine shot before, otherwise it would have hurt even more since I didn't get one yet.  So I quickly responded to him that I had not yet received morphine and was only on percocets.  He looked a little confused, like I should have already received it but quickly left to get a nurse to give me the shot.  Once I received the shot, I asked him if it was going to hurt and he said, "yeah, but only for a little while."  I just thought, fuck lets get it over with then and remembered looking up in the sky and closing my eyes and feeling an immensely sharp pain coming from my abdomen like I had just been stabbed.
     After they had removed the tubings I just sat there in awe and shock because of the pain that I was in.  For awhile I was in shock and I even thought if I should cry or not because of the dreadful pain I was in but I figured the less I moved the better.  So I just laid there and took the aftermath of the tubes.
Trying to gain back full consciousness of the situation and think about if it was really that painful or if I was just being a little girl about it, I heard the cry from the guy next to me who had just got his pulled out and I heard him say to the nurse or Dr. that on a scale from 1 to 10 it felt like an 11.  And I thought mine was a 9 out of 10 so I knew I wasn't the only one who felt an immensely torturous pain.
     About fifteen minutes later a nurse had come to say she was going to take out the catheter in my dick.  I was still in so much shock and distress that I was just thinking, FML, and I asked her if it was going to hurt and she responded, "you may feel pain for only a second or two".  After the Dr. pulling my tubes I had no idea what to think and how much it was going to hurt so I just prepared for the worst, tightened my body and as she counted, "one, two, three," on three it was out and I barely even felt anything because I was still in so much pain from the original tubings being pulled.  At that moment I was just happy that all the tubes and catheters were out and I could finally relax.