Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Back Surgery Recovery [part 1]

So...my previous post, I told you I was going in for lumbar surgery. Lamenectomy Decompression with Disectomy to be exact. Well, I did have the surgery; it took a little over 2 hours and my surgeon said everything went well and he was able to remove a lot of bulging disc fragments. He also informed me that my sciatic nerve was approximately double in size. Quite likely it was irritated due to the disc lying on it and should go back to normal now that the disc was removed. 

I spent the night in the hospital being monitored [and starving] as my nurses waited patiently for me to fart. Yep. You read that right. I had to "pass gas" in order for them to let me eat. So, if you know me well, which you probably don't, I'll just let you know that I don't pass gas as often as some. Actually, It may be days between bouts of natural gas. When my team told me what I had to do to get fed, I laughed. Not about the farting part of it, more because I knew, and my husband knew, we could be stuck there for days. 

The rest of the day passed with no farting. By nightfall I was starving. I wanted a chicken salad sandwich on a croissant from Panera, but alas, no passy gassy, no eaty.  Those were the rules. I managed to live through the night without nourishment and my team allowed me to have a few sips of water beginning the next day. They also started giving me Reglan to get my digestive tract moving. After four doses and a few hours, there was still nothing. It had been over 36 hours since I last ate. My team finally caved and allowed me some jello and a few crackers. Within an hour it finally happened. A fart. A little one, but hey, they didn't say it had to be a butt blower in order to eat. And boy was I starving. I had my sandwich, not from Panera, very generic, in fact I'm not sure I even tasted it going down. I inhaled that puppy so fast I questioned if I dreamed it. My husband brought me a pumpkin muffie, which was delicious and sort of like having cake. 

Sciatic pain was gone upon my awakening from surgery, however, incision, as well as muscle pain, came in the place of it. With good meds I was able to start walking daily. Walking is the key to getting strong back muscles again. So, I walked the halls with my granny walker about every other hour. I was determined to break free from the hospital.  It took a little bit of me repeating that I wanted to get checked out for them to finally sign me out; I'd already passed all their dismissal tests, so why keep me? Once at home I mostly slept, walked and slept. Drugs will do that to you. With lumbar surgery they give you this awful looking back brace to wear for the next six weeks. SIX WEEKS?!?! Are you kidding me? The thing is annoying. And hot. And annoying. You even have to sleep in it. And no showering. That's right, sponge baths only. Yuck! Something about keeping the sutures dry. Well, I can now tell you from experience that the back brace makes you sweat so you're not keeping the sutures dry anyway, so...they should let you have a real quick shower. I thought about taping some thick plastic sheeting to my surgery site and giving myself the water-running-over-my-body that I craved. But, in the end (2 weeks) I had survived. I also got pretty good at sponge baths. 

So...I said above that when I woke from surgery that my sciatic pain was gone, right? Well, on day ten post op the sciatic pain returned. I called my surgeon and the nurse told me it happens sometimes and to take more narcotics and rest. Like I could do anything else? At 2 weeks and 2 days I had my first post op appointment. My doc was a little concerned about the return of the pain so he prescribed me another steroid pack. I believe this was my 4th steroid pack, plus the two steroid Epidural's we tried in March and April and quite possibly in surgery they finished up with a local steroid before stitching me up. Basically, I'm well roided up. 

I am now 6 weeks post op and the pain is still the same. I've been doing my own research on my issues and have come to a self-diagnosis. I'm pretty sure I have Piriformus Syndrome.  I think the surgery I had worked to fix the lumbar issues, but since I've been out of commission for so long I think I have a new problem. Piriformus Syndrome is where the muscle (it's a thin muscle that runs in your butt, from hip bone to thigh) becomes tight and sort of rolls up on itself causing it to feel knotted. When this happens, it also presses on the sciatic nerve causing pain to run down the leg, just as in when the disc is on the nerve in the lumbar. Yay! me. NOT! 

So, today, at the six week post op appointment with my surgeon, and my back has been feeling a little strained/inflamed. I've been taking more anti-inflammatories. My surgeon said my x-ray looks OK but the back straining & weakness has him concerned. I'll be going to PT for about a month and if there's no change he will order another MRI.  I could have another disc defragment. If so, surgically, he will go in through my abdomen and put in a fake disc.  I pray for PT to fix all problems and my back to never act like this again. The excellent news of the day though: I can now go without my awesome back brace accessory unless I'm at work. And, I start back to work tomorrow! 

Until next time,
Adios Muchachos,

Mel



P.S. I titled it Part 1 because I'm sure this isn't the end of the story. 




Monday, June 27, 2016

Back Surgery 2016

It's been a long while since I last posted anything of my weight loss journey. 

Pretty much because I woke up one day in January 2016 and my lower back (lumbar, as it is known to the medical world) decided it was time to quit working. I had turned 39 years old only 2 weeks before. 

After three rounds of steroids, muscle relaxers, anti-inflammatory meds and pain killers, it was still jacked up. My doctor ordered X-Rays and an MRI. The tests showed a bulging disc at my L5-S1 and also an Annular Fissure (this is a tear in the disc. It's okay, I didn't know what it was before any of this happened either.) 

So, my good ole doc ordered an epidural injection of steroid. It was supposed to fix up the disc real nicely and allow me to return to work a "fixed" person. 

It didn't work. 

I began seeing a Kinesiologist of my own accord. After ten visits, and trying a lot of crazy stuff, my doc and I decided to revisit the epidural injection. The second one didn't work either. 

I began Physical Therapy and scheduled a consultation with a spine surgeon. PT was great. I had more movement in my leg than before and the pain after each visit was less. But it didn't last. 

After 120 days of enduring back and sciatica pain, I wasn't improving and my doctor referred me on to a spine surgeon. 

The meet with the surgeon went great. I had two options. He could do a Lamenectomy and Discectomy from the lumbar, or go in abdominally and remove the entire disc, replacing it with some fake body part. The lumbar version only required 6 weeks of recovery and the awful back brace. The abdominal version was more extensive and would require between 3-6 months of recovery and back brace. Not being one to take the long more exhausting route to things, I opted for option number one. Besides, the surgeon was young and cutting edge so that had me less nervous. He does the surgery quite often. He's a spine surgeon after all. 

After quite a few more PT sessions, more X-Rays, a pre-op physical and numerous questions fielded for the insurance company, I was approved for surgery. 

So here I am. One hundred and sixty-one days later, ready to be cut open. My kids are freaking out, but the husband and I are low-keyed. I'm excited to get it done and get on with life. I'm sure recovery will be painful and my PT girl will kick my butt back into shape when she can get her hands on me again, but for now, I just want to get it done, wake up, feel no pain in my leg (sciatica) say hello to my husband, kids, family and friends and eat some cake. Either double chocolate or Tiramisu. Still deciding. 

Until the next time,

Adios Muchachos,
Mel