#27

Sunday morning finds me more rested than I’ve been since the operation.  Sleeping in our bed, in our house, with my family has made all the difference.  There is still some pain and I can tell that some muscles have been disturbed, but it’s bearable. I don’t bother to fill the prescription for pain pills that I brought home from the hospital.  If I need it, it can be filled later.

*Nothing exciting happens for the morning.  The gas bubbles are still moving around in my bowel, and later in the afternoon I get the urge to go.  I sit and wait patiently for gravity to work because I’m so scared to push my bowel; I’m afraid I’ll pop a staple or a stitch or burst something inside.  Something happens. I hear something hit the water.  When I look down I feel like fainting.  It’s a massive blood clot!  Good grief, is everything alright inside me? Is that from when they cut me?  I don’t tell Mike about what I’ve passed, but I’m a bit worried about it.

Later that day I get the urge again.  This time it’s multiple clots and I’m really scared that something might be wrong, but I’ll wait and see. When the third urge hits me, I actually pass some stool.  It's not like any stool I've seen before but more like little oblong cocoons; but it's not blood! The relief is immediate.  Whew, it took over 4 days, but now my body is working properly.  I keep watch for any more blood, especially any fresh red liquid, but nothing else shows up. Everything is functional and I feel like I’ve won the jackpot. Now if only I can get good news about my pathology; that would be the icing on the cake.  Why does it take so long to get the results?  The next few weeks of waiting is going to drive me crazy.