So it was Sunday, day five since being admitted, that things finally started working down there. That morning I had planned out my day: I would go do my laps around the surgical recovery unit and then come back and take a shower. I hadn't showered since the morning of surgery and I wanted one so badly. When I told her I wanted to take a shower that morning, my CNA brought me a new gown, new slip-proof socks, shampoo and conditioner, a washcloth, and several towels. I had brought a bar of Irish Spring, my favorite soap, with me.
She got me unhooked from my IV and said to call if I needed help. I took such a long hot shower that she came to check on me twice to make sure I was still ok. I was definitely ok. That shower felt so good. Afterwards I did my hair with my new leave-in conditioner that smells so good. I rubbed Eucalyptus Tea aromatherapy cream all over me, got dressed in my clean gown and socks and got snuggly back in bed. I felt so good that I didn't even feel like doing any more laps that day.
Despite me not even having passed gas yet, they said I could be on full liquids, so I had the cream of potato soup, which was pureed and really thin. I was so hungry that it seemed like it was the yummiest stuff I had ever tasted. I'm glad they finally saw reason. I kept saying that nothing will be coming out if nothing's going in! And it worked. Out of all the tummy rumblings I'd had up until that point, I knew this one was the one I'd been waiting for.
They'd kept saying I'd have gas first and then the bowel movement would be later, but this first bout was nothing but diarrhea. Sorry, I know that's gross, but that's what happened. Surprisingly it didn't do a thing for all that bloating and pain. I was just in more pain! The bowel spams were horrendous. I'd sit on the toilet for as long as I could hoping to get out as much as I could because of those spasms, but there was really no telling when the next bout of diarrhea would actually come. Sometimes I'd get all cleaned up and back to my bed only to jump right back up and run to the toilet again. It was nonstop for hours the rest of Sunday. So much pain. My colon was having spasms from not being in use for nearly a year.
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