Wednesday, April 20, 2016

If you can't laugh at yourself...




TMI warning – this post is vulgar, and graphic!

One thing I haven’t talked about is I am a mom.  I have 2 WONDERFUL sons.  They are 20 & 22.  They are handsome. 

 Chad - Age 18 (he is 20 now)
 Jacob - Age 22 and his gf of 5 1/2 years Sabra

See.  Told you they were handsome!

And they are amazing.  Yes, every mom says that.

My boys were both good size babies.  My first born, Jacob Dean was born January 31, 1994 weighing in at 8lb 10oz.  Chad William came 26 months later on March 26, 1996 at a whopping 9lb 14oz.  After Chad’s birth I was diagnosed with fibroids and varicose veins on and around my uterus. My uterus, cervix and one ovary were removed in August 1997 when I was 26 years old.

Now as other mothers know laughing, coughing, jumping, and sneezing can be an adventure.  Add the fact that you had larger babies, and you are over-weight and you don’t have a uterus to hold up the bladder it’s the perfect storm!

I met my husband Monty online in July 2009.  In late September I got bronchitis.  With bronchitis comes heavy coughing.  With heavy coughing came lots of leaking.  I was having to wear depends.  Yeah…….that is sooooooo sexy! Just starting to date someone and you are wearing depends!  Explain that I dare you!  Obviously it all worked out because he did propose a year later and has stuck by my side through all my health issues.  He is a trooper!

2012.  I am TIRED of peeing myself all the time. There isn’t much I can do to stop myself from peeing myself.  I did kegels until the cows came home.  And nothing was helping!

When I had my physical my doctor referred me to physical therapy.  Yes, physical therapy.  I went to my first appointment in comfy clothes as suggested wondering what exactly are they going to make me do.  They had me do deep breathing exercises. Stomach breathing. 

Then I was given a small round object.  It was about the size of a nickel and about as thick as a cell phone.  It was attached to a long wire.  This was to be inserted into my vagina.  This would be attached to a machine and then I would do my kegels and the machine would record the strength and intensity of them while a lady watched me.  Fun times.  I was told that I had very strong muscles and that wasn’t my problem. So I was referred to an urologist.

Off to the urologist I go.  They have you drink a specified amount of water in their waiting room.  I don’t remember how much it was.  Then, you go in and use the restroom, and then they do an ultrasound to see if you emptied your bladder completely. Up into stirrups, and they “cough”.  Seriously?? I thought that was for guys?  Turn your head and cough.  So I do as I am told and proceed to pee everywhere.  Yeah…fun times. I am told I need bladder neck suspension surgery.  Remember in my last post when I told you to youtube knee replacement surgery. DO. NOT. YOUTUBE. THIS. SURGERY. You will never sleep again, especially if you have to have this surgery. 

This surgery is done via your vagina and several small incisions in your tummy.  Good times.  The reason I was given for needing it was because my bladder had basically fallen over backwards because my uterus was no longer there to hold it up in place, thereby stretching the bladder neck.  Picture this. You blow up a balloon.  You stretch out the neck of the balloon.  What happens? The hair slowly leaks out, but when put under pressure (weight, cough, sneeze etc in human cases) the air (urine in human cases) squirts out).  This makes complete sense to me!

I had my mom come with me for my pre-op appointment, because she would be taking care of me when I went home.  This surgery is a same day procedure, but you do go home with a catheter for 2-3 days.  My mom is a retired nurse and I volunteered her to help with dealing with this.  What I was not expecting to happen at this appointment was to be up in stirrups and to have the doctor say, see mom, come look at this!  Go ahead – COUGH.  See how everything bulges out like a moose knuckle?  It’s not supposed to do that. We are going to stuff it back it where it belongs. Ummmm.  Thanks? My mom hasn’t see my cooter since I was baby thank you very much and I doubt she needed to see the moose knuckle version of it. HAHA. OH well.

Then, we get the pants back on and get talking about life after surgery and post-op care.  He says, so I see here you have been married less than a year. Yes.  That is correct.  Well, you are practically a newlywed he says.  My mom is still sitting beside me at this time.  You tell your husband he can give you all the orgasms he wants, but he can’t stick anything inside you for 8 weeks.  You are going to be too sore, and your stitches will need time to heal.

Oh boy!  I am thankful I am 40 something years old and am a very open person, and not all that shy. My mom, of course, being a retired nurse wasn’t bothered at all either. 

The day of the surgery the doctor told my husband the same thing.  My poor husband though IS shy.  And the doctor added, now you’re an awfully big man (he stand 6’6” and weighs over 350 pounds), you don’t go sticking anything up in there and go hurting that girl, but go ahead and give her all the orgasms you want.

Post op for this surgery isn’t all that fun.  No lifting anything over 5 pounds for 6-8 weeks.  It was slightly more painful than I thought it would be, but I am so grateful that I had it done.  No more peeing when I cough, run, walk fast, jump, sneeze, fart, etc.  I can laugh at jokes and not worry that I will be the reason every one continues to laugh because I’ve peed my pants.

In short, this was the best surgery ever, so far.  Hoping the gastric surgery will be the best one.

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