So I'm sorry for not being very present and saying the normal things like surgery went real good...I hurt a little...I can feel my feet now and all that...I wish I could but reality for me has been quite different. I was seriously overdosed with opiates at the hospital imho for 4 days straight from a surgery that I should have been discharged from 1 day later. I was shuffled off into an overflow area where the answer for anything seems to have been to give me more pain killers /shrug. It seems like I went from one extreme to another around the Saturday/Sunday timeframe. I was being given (qty 8) 5mg percocet pills plus (qty 3) 2mg hydromorphone pills plus (1) shot of dilaudid every 3 hours on top off (qty 2) 500 mg methocarbamol pills every 6 hours and (qty 1) 25 mg hydroxyzine pills every 6 hours by Monday. I never once in the 5 days I was there saw a physical therapist, not that it would have mattered much really in that mustering up enough coordination to use the bedside urinal was a feat in and of itself =/.
My wife acting as my advocate thank God and threatening an involuntary discharge is what finally got me out of that hell hole. I barely remember coming home...and a day after that was the first time my head came up for air per say from underneath all the opiates...it was triggered by my wife coming into the room where I was laying and me recognizing her but having no idea how I got to there...why I was there...or why I was so completely drugged up. She was actually there to give me more pain pills following the discharge instructions. I yelled at her that something was very wrong...I was hallucinating even looking at her and I felt like I was having a super bad acid trip and overdosing at the same time. Barely able to hang on to that moment of reality but knowing enough to know that it was the drugs that were making me feel this way I yelled at her no more pills.
That was two days ago...the only thing I've allowed myself to take since then is the 40 mg of oxycontin...1 pill every 12 hours...I'm about halfway back at best from where I was in that drugged up nightmare. Similar to a guy in an opiate den that you see in a movie laying off to the side so drugged up that he can't even hold his own head up...well that was me =/...I felt I needed to say something to all the people here on the Hide who prayed for me as far as the outcome of my surgery. As far as I'm concerned your prayers were not just heard but were acted upon as well. My surgery as far as I know went perfectly...the issues arose after the fact and during my recovery while in the care of the nurses. That's where things went sideways.
I need some time now to try and get my head back to normal and processing things right...I still have some unfinished business with some Hide members I need to complete...and then some time off for me to rest and recover. I would certainly like to ask for your prayers just a little bit longer...ones for my physical healing of the surgical site...they cut my muscles up pretty good...and two for my mental situation...that the effects of all those drugs would completely wear off with no lingering side affects. Someone asked how's my pain...under the drugs I was about a 1 to a 3....after cutting most everything out a few days ago I'm around a 7 I guess...but I'll take that over all the drifting out of reality those pills were causing me.
God Bless you all and may each of your days be filled with peace in this unsettling world !
My wife acting as my advocate thank God and threatening an involuntary discharge is what finally got me out of that hell hole. I barely remember coming home...and a day after that was the first time my head came up for air per say from underneath all the opiates...it was triggered by my wife coming into the room where I was laying and me recognizing her but having no idea how I got to there...why I was there...or why I was so completely drugged up. She was actually there to give me more pain pills following the discharge instructions. I yelled at her that something was very wrong...I was hallucinating even looking at her and I felt like I was having a super bad acid trip and overdosing at the same time. Barely able to hang on to that moment of reality but knowing enough to know that it was the drugs that were making me feel this way I yelled at her no more pills.
That was two days ago...the only thing I've allowed myself to take since then is the 40 mg of oxycontin...1 pill every 12 hours...I'm about halfway back at best from where I was in that drugged up nightmare. Similar to a guy in an opiate den that you see in a movie laying off to the side so drugged up that he can't even hold his own head up...well that was me =/...I felt I needed to say something to all the people here on the Hide who prayed for me as far as the outcome of my surgery. As far as I'm concerned your prayers were not just heard but were acted upon as well. My surgery as far as I know went perfectly...the issues arose after the fact and during my recovery while in the care of the nurses. That's where things went sideways.
I need some time now to try and get my head back to normal and processing things right...I still have some unfinished business with some Hide members I need to complete...and then some time off for me to rest and recover. I would certainly like to ask for your prayers just a little bit longer...ones for my physical healing of the surgical site...they cut my muscles up pretty good...and two for my mental situation...that the effects of all those drugs would completely wear off with no lingering side affects. Someone asked how's my pain...under the drugs I was about a 1 to a 3....after cutting most everything out a few days ago I'm around a 7 I guess...but I'll take that over all the drifting out of reality those pills were causing me.
God Bless you all and may each of your days be filled with peace in this unsettling world !