Were no signs of trouble (07.02.2013)
Day of surgery with great mood, my wife delivered me to hospital. I got surgery as planned with spinal anesthesia, also they gave me some sedative, so I was in lala land during surgery. Managing small team in corporation I work, I was working even after surgery with great mood and power, answering on the calls. Surgeon visited me after surgery, and gave almost none post operative instruction saying do what you are doing usually, for pain management prescribed some pills, and told to eat like I usually did. Well, on Friday(next day) with all gauzes I went for managers training feeling a injured, but positive. On Saturday second day after surgery I started to become worried regarding BM, and on Sunday went to push some out of me, which came as small ball and so crazy painful! That time I firstly felt disabled and out of control of my body. On Monday I had so terrible BM, it was huge, painful and broke all my anus apart. After BM I was walking around for 4 hours, because I was not able to lay and tolerate pain. I will never forget this BM! Wife visited me in noon and saw how I was suffering.. I had no clue it was only beginning. Immediately I understood, I am not going to survive this next time, and asked wife to get laxatives. They were osmotic, and made me go every morning, but I noticed they are stopping working with time, and didn't made me go every morning. BMs were still painful, but didn't split any wounds.
I got open hemorrhoidectomy, where approximately 1 quadrant of anus was cut off. The most painful places were edges of open wound - posterior(360) and 270. The outside started to heal quite quickly, but not inside.
On Monday I cancelled all my flight for next 4 weeks, also informed I will be off work during this time. Later on I took 2 weeks additionally, which leaded to 6 weeks out of work. That was so much traumatic, that even after 6 weeks, I was hardly walking and sitting on work.. I was afraid to eat all this time and ate only yogurts, but had some body reserve, so didn't notice I am losing weight. BMs were terrible, insert suppository, oh boy... That time I started to do some enemas in order to simplify my life. It was March 23, 6 weeks, and I went to business trip, which I hardly survived....
All 6 weeks I was hopeful, really hopeful, by the 3rd week I started to lurk on internet checking what is actual recovery time, and for most cases it is 6 weeks maximum. So I was blindly following this target and hoping I will be fine by this date, as many others do...
Unfortunately I was completely not.... And I understood something is wrong here....
To be continued...
PS: I am sorry for spelling, will setup spellchecker soon to correct words.