Tuesday, August 4, 2015
A recovering sort of "Ow!"
I'm safely back home, and after a lengthy nap to get rid of the residual effects of the anesthetic, I'm even feeling half-way human once more.
Miss D. was a tower of strength this morning, staying with me through the pre-op preparation (and making snide remarks about how I looked in a backless, semi-closed surgical gown and nothing else). The procedure itself I don't remember, of course, but I woke up in the recovery room with my right side feeling a little like a tenderized steak (or, at least, what I presume a tenderized steak would feel like if it could feel at all). It continued to hurt after I woke up, until I remembered that thanks to pre-op instructions, I hadn't had a painkiller for almost 24 hours. Percocet is your friend at times like these!
I'll have a quiet evening, and see how things go. Here's hoping that the remains of the kidney stone will exit via the normal route over the next few days. I have to filter my output to save what fragments I can, so they can be analyzed; then in a couple of weeks I'll have some more tests, so that the people in white coats can figure out what kind of kidney stone it was, and what I need to do to avoid getting any more.
I was intrigued by one snippet of information. Apparently a low-carb diet (which Miss D. and I are trying to follow) is great for weight loss and control, but it means more protein - which can actually increase the chances of kidney stones. Does this mean I can have lovely, hot, straight-from-the-oven bread once again? Here's hoping!