The whole doctor free summer thing got shot to hell yesterday. I was finally ready to return to work. I made it in and quickly realized there was a problem. I emailed Jess and told her she needed to call the doc and see what I should do. At around 1:30, I was on the yellow brick road to Hackensack. 6 hours into to my 24 hour shift I had to call it quits. Things were happening “down there”, that were not only embarrasing, but very uncomfortable. I have come to the conclusion, that with all the probing, poking, and whatever else I have had done in my pants, that I have no shame anymore. It was a little embarrasing to tell the boss and my co-workers why I was leaving, but I did it anyway. Maybe I’ll get a “cool” nickname like pee pee pants or something. Anyway, Jess came with me on this trip. We got to the office around 3, and saw the doc. He wasn’t too sure why I was having problem, as his operation was not near anything in the urinary tract. He was definitely sure there was some kind of problem, because during his examination, I was dripping on him! I did a standard “pee in the cup” test for a urine culture for infection. That won’t be back for a couple days, but he is convinced there is an infection. Either some type of urinary tract, or prostate infection. I think the real problem with this is that I had this problem for about two weeks. I attributed it to the surgery, and things just not being right down there. I didn’t even mention it at the post-op visit. I guess I really didn’t think about it until yesterday, when it got bad. I am a complete idiot, that now has to take Cipro for 2 weeks. There is nothing worse than strong antibiotics over long periods of time!!
Lately, I do not have any luck! And now the doc has taken me out of work for another 2 weeks. I’m slowly but surely losing my mind!!
I started to feeling much today better. It seems as though I have turned the corner on healing and pain. I still have some pain, but I am able to get around with no problem anymore. It might be slow, but it is movement. I cut down the pain meds to once a day (at night), and have decided to deal with morning pain. For some reason, the pain is pretty bad in the morning. I have been getting up, and having to just sit for about 20 minutes until the pain subsides. After those 20 minutes, I’m fine. I think the one thing that really helps with the pain is the athletic supporter (I apologize to any men who read this, I had to link it!! The wikipedia images for jock strap are classic. No one looks like that!!) the doc sent me home with. Before I had the surgery, I was insistent on the idea that I did not need to wear one, and that I would be fine. Once again, I was wrong!! I am now on day #6 of swallowing my pride. It really does help with the pain. It is very uncomfortable though. Anyone who has ever played a sport that requires one could understand. Imagine wearing it non stop for 6 days. I don’t even need to explain what could, and is happening!! I think I am going to start not using it when I am just sitting around. I will however put it back on when I have to tend to my sidekick.
With Jess returning to work, I am forced to get up and get some things done on my own. One thing that keeps me moving is my sidekick. She is a 29lb out of control Puggle named Keena. She keeps me busy, and I think she knows that I’m not 100% because she has been very good on walks, and is very gentle (which is not normal) inside. Isn’t it weird how dogs just know things?
On another, more disgusting note, now have two tennis balls between my legs. They are swollen, and not happy! I feel for Jess, because she is still assisting with changing dressings. Poor thing has to look at my deformed area and not crack any jokes. I could only imagine what is running through head during these lovely moments. She’s a champ!
So, I made it through the surgery!! I couldn’t post yesterday, because I was way to out of it. With anesthesia, morphine, demerol, and percocet, your body becomes pretty useless!! Apparently, when I first came to, they asked on a scale of 1 to 10 what my pain was. I have no recollection of this, but they said I was in a lot of pain and answered 9. This is where they gave me a cocktail of pain meds (IV) and totally made me useless for the rest of the day. I zoned out most of the night and just stared at the TV. My main complaint of the night was my throat. It was so dry and scratchy from the breathing tube. I have never been tubed before, so I didn’t know what to expect. I’m feeling much better today, but the pain is pretty bad. I slept completely through the night, which I was totally surprised about. I am also able to move around more today, but very slowly. I originally thought that the testicular biopsies were going to be done through tiny incisions and and then aspirated through needles. Boy was I wrong! There is a 2″ long 1/4″ deep incision across the front of the scrotum that has the shape of a dumbbell. It almost looks like a puzzle piece is missing. This, I believe, was a Microdissection TESE. From what I read, it is a much larger incision, but yields a better chance of finding sperm. The biopsy is what hurts. I don’t even realize that I have another incision for the varicocelectomy (yet!). I guess there is plenty of time for that to start hurting. I have the next 2 weeks to just sit here and heal. I will probably be completely out of my mind by Monday, so expect some rambling posts.
I have to thank my at home nurse (Jess). I don’t know what I would do without her. I am a very independent person, and having to rely on people sucks. I can’t even go to the bathroom without her help. She is running around like a champion, doing everything I need done. You never realize how much you depend on someone until you can’t do anything for yourself. I am blessed to have her in my life. I love her so much, and wish that she didn’t have to go through all this with me. After all, her doc says she is a baby making machine!!