O. K I have a few minutes so I can bring us up to speed.
She went in monday for pre op setup,and cleanout. It was a tough sceene to deal with yet again as there were several setups that are new to me that she was hooked up to. The first was something some may know about which is a product called "Colyte" Or pronounced Goh-light-ly ... . Nuh uh not even remotely close to the meaning. Allmost like giving birth to satan's minions all at once. I have had it and I cannot begin to imagine how poor Ashy felt. On a good note thank god the colostomy setup allows for piping for direct "Ejection" shall we say.
So needless to say the poor thing was flat out upset at this going on. She also at this point had her IV started with pre op antibiotics. So over the next 6 hours she was cranky a bit as bottle feeding was a thing of the past and the ill effects of the mega laxative are wreaking havoc on the poor child's innerds.
Tuesday came and an aortic cathedor has been inserted and she is whisked into the O. R to begin the Colonic disection and reconstruction for the next 7 hours ... yes seven (45 minutes for recovery) hours. All went well and the surgon is absolutly pleased as this is his TENTH so for this year alone and he is the surgon that gets all the children nationwide that need this particular surgery with this particular syndrome for the past 15 years. So I feel I owe this man everything I have evercome to aquire in my life as he is the one who saved her life to begin with jsut six short months ago.
After the proceedure she is somehat a changed child. I know it sounds odd but hear me out. She went in as my baby girl who I could pick out of a police line-up. Now she is swollen all over (Post op body shock/trauma defence) Where there is so much plasma (No not 1080p HD) produced by the body to kick in and help the healing process that the excess is distributed throughout the body. I ... . I feel at odds with so many things here as my feelings hang in the balance of confusion ... allmost like I want to rewind and somehow find a different method.
Reality will not let this happen. ... and I write:
What brought all of this on was her laying there drugged far beyond anyone in the first three rows of a dave mathews concert and she whimpered in her near comatose state. Morphene, chest x-rays, monitors , IVpumps, oxygen hiss all sing a symphony of mechanical support of this thing we call life. However I cannot hear the music ... none not a click, tweak , cycle . . nothing. All I can hear is soreness, pain, and struggle. I tried to keep myself composed with a look and feel of a Tim that we all know ... but it is a farce. Amy and my In-Laws think I am normal but far be it from the truth.
In fact I am so consumed with a complete and utter fixation on what she is going through that somehow I am trying to connect with her on a telepathic level and convey calm , control , and even scoop away some if not all of the burdon of bothersome discomfort and pain. Sounds strange to be so "Fixed" on such a thing but I have had many bad medical experiences that have happened to me that I somehow cannot get a firm grasp on what is happening in the now. I will admit Amy is my pillar of strength here. I am so insanely obsessed with I. V's and anything connected to the body that can be inadertently pulled out , breaking etc that I can't handle it. It happened to me not once but twice and both were nasty outcomes. This explains my drawl.
So Momentarily I set aside my fears and such and we are able to whisk her up to her room and get her comfortable so the next symphony can begin ... healing. Her operation was a very evasive one as the way to build out ones colon is to work from the inside out. Needless to say we need to keep her a still as possible. As we get her all settled in and the song begins to play I go home and Amy stays behind as I need to work.
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