I've been fortunate to live a healthy life so far. Other than three C-Sections in the '80s, I've managed to completely avoid hospitals. That changed last Thursday when I had a hernia repaired.
About a month ago I noticed a lump in my lower abdomen right underneath the C-Section scar. I went to my primary care doctor, who said it was probably a hernia and referred me to a surgeon. The surgeon took one look, confirmed the diagnosis (an inguinal hernia, which happens when the muscles in the groin area tear and allow the lining of the abdominal cavity to protrude), and had me talk to the scheduling department. Before I left the office I had an appointment for surgery two weeks later.
On Hernia Repair Day I was at the hospital at 6:00 AM and out by lunchtime. This was my first time to have general anesthesia; I don't remember a thing between the time they gave me some 'relaxation' medicine on the way to the operating room and the time I woke up in the recovery room. The doctor sent me home with a prescription for pain medicine, but I don't like taking strong drugs and for the most part I've been able to rely on over-the-counter stuff.
Hubby Tony's pampered me and taken care of things around the house, but I'm not a very good patient. It's hard for me to do nothing. Even using a computer was difficult. It hurt to sit at the desktop too long, and my laptop hit me right at the incision. After the first day I found that if I take things really slow I can do activities that don't require lifting or bending. My body tells me when I'm doing too much!
My instructions said that everyone's healing is different, and I might not feel 100% improved for six weeks. I really hope they're wrong and I'm ahead of the curve on that.