This coming Monday, 4/14, will be 7 weeks since Oscar died. On one hand it feels like he's been gone forever. On the other it seems like just yesterday he came in with a hurt foot.
It really is the little things that hurt the most. I still start to call his name when we get home. I miss having him get on the bed with me when I'm suffering a migraine. I miss giving him little tidbits when I'm cooking. I even miss tripping over him in the night.
But, life truly does go on.
This past Tuesday I had another kidney stone surgically removed. This is my 4th surgery. The first one was in May 2003. Numbers 2 and 3 took place within six weeks of each other in the fall of 2012. Each time my recovery has been different but painful.
The first one was the worst, terrible pain all week and when the stent was removed my bladder went into spasms that took hours to get under control. My sweet friend Lynette came over that evening and just held me and prayed for me.
The second one I reacted to the anesthesia and felt like I had been run over by a train. Every muscle in my body hurt. I couldn't even roll over in bed without help.
With the 3rd one the pain meds stopped up my digestive tract. Not fun. I also spiked a fever and when the doctors at the E.R. couldn't find anything wrong they did a spinal tap to rule out meningitis.
With this one, it's the pain again. Not as bad as with the first one but still bad enough to keep me on strong pain meds. I also had a rougher time in recovery this time.
My final recovery room nurse, Peggy, was wonderful. She was so kind and caring and knew what to do to make my trip home easier and safer. She sent me home with emesis bowls in case I got sick again and she put me in 2 hospital gowns so I didn't have to mess with getting into and back out of clothing. This was such a help since I was so nauseated and groggy.
Here it is, Sunday, 5 days after my surgery and I'm still on the heavy duty pain meds. I'm kind of dreading going in Wednesday to have my stent removed. David will not be able to go with me so I'll be alone during the procedure. I'm not looking forward to this at all.
This is Life...
It goes on....