Oh believe me, I'm no Wonder Woman. Yesterday was difficult all day because I had a nurse who liked to withhold my pain medicine until I was all but begging. The night before (on day of my surgery) the night nurse was awesome. She gave me dilaudid in between my doses of hydrocodone. But the day nurse the following day made me respond to 20 questions about my pain level each time before she would give up the fucking hydrocodone. At one point, she told me that "Plenty of patients get your surgery and have no pain medicine afterward " She then snipped " And they don't ask for it either. And you,re no longer allowed to have dilauded between doses as the surgeon only permits that during the first 24 hours." And then, "People get addicted to that hydrocodone, so we have to watch how much you're taking."
I then reminded her that my surgeon has prescribed "that hydrocodone" for me to take every four hours. I shouldn't have to get an inquisition every time I need the pain medicine he trusts and, in fact, had me fill to have at home post-op. You're supposed to make sure I get it every four hours, not question whether or not I need it.
She still made me wait forever before getting it for me and I had to ask for it each time. The problem with that aside from just the pain (which doesn't go away with the pain meds, but is merely reduced) is that because the area below my ribs is so tender and swollen, I'm having a hard time breathing deeply. It scares the shit out of me to be taking shallow breaths after major surgery because I could wind up with blood clots in my lungs or pneumonia. I explained that to her and assured her I don't want to get addicted to narcotics-- that I don't even take Tylenol. She nodded like she understood me, but that did not inspire her to get me my meds any quicker when I asked for them.
The result is that I'm still breathing shallowly. I had the same great night nurse so I explained what happened all day and she said that I should ignore that other nurse. Still, even she questioned how much pain med my surgeon prescribed. I'm afraid they're gonna try to make Boyce think that I'm trying to get too much medicine for pain, so I touched it out all night. I got my last pain med around 10:45 PM and didn't ask for another until 6:00 this morning. When I asked, the night nurse said "You're way overdue" and I said "I tried toughing it out, but I've reached the absolute limit." And she said "Oh, don't do that--we don't want you doing that."
I maybe got a little snippy with my response because I told her point blank--you could have asked if I was in pain all night, but you didn't. After yesterday, y'all have me feeling like I'm wrong for asking.
I woke up at 3:00 AM and walked the halls a bunch of times and walked them again at 6 AM when I finally asked. First thing out of day nurse's mouth today was "I see she just gave you pain medicine at 6:15. What's your pain level now. When I said 4 she said "It's probably gas."
Yes, of course. My pain wouldn't have anything to do with my guts being resectioned--must be gas.