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Pain after Gallbladder removal
Hi again.
I was given some good advice here before in regard to my idiot brother but this one is much more innocent, unless you scowl at a lifetime of deep fried Southern cooking which may be responsible for this entire situation.
My 66 year old mother recently had her gallbladder removed. This has a backstory, it should have occurred much earlier than it did but because the doctor didn't inquire as to which medications she was on, blood thinners, blood pressure meds, OTC meds like excedrin etc. they had to put it off for 2 or 3 weeks, which was painful for her but nothing like what she seems to be experiencing post-op. Supposedly the stones weren't just packed inside, en masse, they were pouring out. So she had to take anti-biotics, anti nausea pills (zofran, not that it did any good) and tramadol for the pain. When she finally got it out, she had a good first couple days even saying she felt so much better having it out. But then she was in agony again. It seems like one day she's up, one day shes down. For instance, she ate a hash brown yesterday and she's blaming it for her pain today. I could most definitely see that being a cause, but what of the days she was eating nothing but ministroni and still having pain.
Is this a dietary issue, or does it just take time for each individual to get used to the change and my most frightening question, to me, is that does her age come into play? Is this pain going to be harder for her to overcome due to being 66. I've read online about people in their 40s, usually women as well, having this pain for up to 12 weeks and I'd have to imagine some feel no relief even long after that. We called the surgeon who performed the surgery and all they said was that they might call something in (pain pill, to just mask the pain) but eventually just told her to go to the ER if it got too bad.
That's a rant. I'm sorry, but does anyone have any experience dealing with post gallbladder removal pain, can anyone recommend a better diet, foods that won't trigger excess bile to spill in from the liver or hatever. she's complaining of chest and back pain, no numbness or problems breathing, but I don't like to hear "chest and back" pain EVER when it comes to my mother, who up until recently has been extremely healthy. She scheduled for work on Friday and uh...she's a correction's officer. I wasn't kidding when I said she was usually in good shape. Obviously they weren't going to stick her in the middle of any riots or whatever but still...she doesn't even appear to be up for doing paperwork. She was watching Welcome Back Kotter, for Christ's sake, she hates that show so she just didn't want to move her arm to change the channel.
Any help, please.
I was given some good advice here before in regard to my idiot brother but this one is much more innocent, unless you scowl at a lifetime of deep fried Southern cooking which may be responsible for this entire situation.
My 66 year old mother recently had her gallbladder removed. This has a backstory, it should have occurred much earlier than it did but because the doctor didn't inquire as to which medications she was on, blood thinners, blood pressure meds, OTC meds like excedrin etc. they had to put it off for 2 or 3 weeks, which was painful for her but nothing like what she seems to be experiencing post-op. Supposedly the stones weren't just packed inside, en masse, they were pouring out. So she had to take anti-biotics, anti nausea pills (zofran, not that it did any good) and tramadol for the pain. When she finally got it out, she had a good first couple days even saying she felt so much better having it out. But then she was in agony again. It seems like one day she's up, one day shes down. For instance, she ate a hash brown yesterday and she's blaming it for her pain today. I could most definitely see that being a cause, but what of the days she was eating nothing but ministroni and still having pain.
Is this a dietary issue, or does it just take time for each individual to get used to the change and my most frightening question, to me, is that does her age come into play? Is this pain going to be harder for her to overcome due to being 66. I've read online about people in their 40s, usually women as well, having this pain for up to 12 weeks and I'd have to imagine some feel no relief even long after that. We called the surgeon who performed the surgery and all they said was that they might call something in (pain pill, to just mask the pain) but eventually just told her to go to the ER if it got too bad.
That's a rant. I'm sorry, but does anyone have any experience dealing with post gallbladder removal pain, can anyone recommend a better diet, foods that won't trigger excess bile to spill in from the liver or hatever. she's complaining of chest and back pain, no numbness or problems breathing, but I don't like to hear "chest and back" pain EVER when it comes to my mother, who up until recently has been extremely healthy. She scheduled for work on Friday and uh...she's a correction's officer. I wasn't kidding when I said she was usually in good shape. Obviously they weren't going to stick her in the middle of any riots or whatever but still...she doesn't even appear to be up for doing paperwork. She was watching Welcome Back Kotter, for Christ's sake, she hates that show so she just didn't want to move her arm to change the channel.
Any help, please.
My 12 yr old daughter is going thru great pains and discomfort 5 months after she had her gallbladder removed, She called me from school telling me she had pain on her right side and it goes to her back, sometimes she felt like a gallgladder attack. After each pain flare her liver enzymes were extremely elevated. Her Gastroenterologyst suggested an ERCP, but it was risky. No stones were found in her bile duct. So he suggested she may have ODI. After the ERCP she contracted pneumonia and was in the hospital for 8 days. She has missed so much school and now that she is back, sometimes she calls me and tells me she still gets pain on her right side. In the forums I found out she may have postcholecystectomy syndrome, so following the natural path, I found people taking a supplement called "Jarrow Bile Acid Factors" and the reviews are very positive from people suffering this chronic illness. I will try the bile acid factors and see if this finally helps her feel less miserable. I wish you the best.
So I got a "Dial 911" or visit an ER message from this site. I must say, I'm quite embarassed by my post. But I did mean every word of it. I keep forgetting that honesty gets you nowhere in this world. You have to lie, cheat and steal to get on top, to better yourself and to become stronger. You have to treat people as stepping stones, with no regard for them or their feelings.
Lest we end up restrained to a hospital bed while some snotty college girl, too attractive to look at, mocks you with a smirk and plays 20 questions with you.
My mother is a cranky woman. I mean, she's HARD to get along with, especially the more you're around her and trying to help her. My brother, who I opened a thread about earlier this year, with the STD because he can't keep his you-know-what in his pants has refused to ever talk to me again after he threatened my livelihood for giving him a piece of my mind over the matter. He was drinking and feeling sorry for himself and well...it's all a story within itself.
So I just have one question. What is the reason to seek any more "help" from this lot of bipedal reptiles known as human beings? Is there any reason I shouldn't hate every single one of you? And if I do, and I turn to doing things not approved of by (enter authority here)...wouldn't it not be better, and this is just a hypothetical, that I were just dead. Since NO ONE would care? NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE.
I'm not part of any protected group, I come from a good family, have a roof over my head and yet still, that's not enough. On days like this I'd normally reach for that bottle of medication BUT...only 8 left until October 2nd. So I WILL be going into withdrawals. Even if I held off for a week, I'd be underdosing.
I guess I just wanted to say thank you for turning this unfathomable sadness into complete and total RAGE. To seek help would be to place myself in restraints. Everyone complains about the world but when you tell them your problems, there's something wrong with YOU. No. No, there;s nothing wrong with me. It's everyone else, even those as well meaning as you people. It's a Gray world after all.
Thanks for suffering my rants.
Lest we end up restrained to a hospital bed while some snotty college girl, too attractive to look at, mocks you with a smirk and plays 20 questions with you.
My mother is a cranky woman. I mean, she's HARD to get along with, especially the more you're around her and trying to help her. My brother, who I opened a thread about earlier this year, with the STD because he can't keep his you-know-what in his pants has refused to ever talk to me again after he threatened my livelihood for giving him a piece of my mind over the matter. He was drinking and feeling sorry for himself and well...it's all a story within itself.
So I just have one question. What is the reason to seek any more "help" from this lot of bipedal reptiles known as human beings? Is there any reason I shouldn't hate every single one of you? And if I do, and I turn to doing things not approved of by (enter authority here)...wouldn't it not be better, and this is just a hypothetical, that I were just dead. Since NO ONE would care? NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE.
I'm not part of any protected group, I come from a good family, have a roof over my head and yet still, that's not enough. On days like this I'd normally reach for that bottle of medication BUT...only 8 left until October 2nd. So I WILL be going into withdrawals. Even if I held off for a week, I'd be underdosing.
I guess I just wanted to say thank you for turning this unfathomable sadness into complete and total RAGE. To seek help would be to place myself in restraints. Everyone complains about the world but when you tell them your problems, there's something wrong with YOU. No. No, there;s nothing wrong with me. It's everyone else, even those as well meaning as you people. It's a Gray world after all.
Thanks for suffering my rants.
My post script will be longer than my post, so please brace yourself and except my deepest apologies.
She's going in for a cat scan this week to determine the damage done. Not sure if it's related but they mentioned neurological testing, either as well or it's the same thing as the cat scan.
PS-
I can find comfort in liquor until then but once I stop, my body is extremely harsh on me. I haven't had a drink in a year and planned on never having one again, my love for Guinness be damned. Nothing's worse than the feeling the day after. It's no longer a hangover, it's acute withdrawal that usually needs medical attention. At which point you're treated with contempt by doctors and fellow waiting room patients alike. And rightfully so since they probably have worse afflictions than I do.
I thank you for your concern but it's not as simple as that. Doctors have written me prescriptions for this drug for years, to the point that cold turkey or even underdosing causes physical health problems.
I also appreciate your knowledge about the medication, since a scary majority seem to think benzo withdrawal isn't a serious issue. They tell you to never stop taking it cold turkey, but if you run out, for whatever reason, the insurance companies won't pay, will red flag you and the pharmacies and doctors all treat you like a criminal drug addict. When it was a doctor and other healthcare professionals who've been writing the prescription the whole time and I have no history of drug addiction. I've binged on alcohol a few times but that's it. Even getting a bridge is terrifying to me because I don't know if that will be the beginning of the end of this prescription which, despite it's adverse effects and being known for it's increased tolerance over time.
Without it I now have a plethora of physical issues that demand it's continuation. And i've tried alternate drugs, and I've tried cutting back on my own only to end up in a hospital. At which point they put me on a higher dose, noting my complications with the cessation of taking the drug.
I'm at the point where I've learned how to tie a noose with a belt. Not because I want to die, but because of the lack of empathy and knowledge within the medical community and my fear that asking for a higher dose will lead to being cut off. I don't want to die, that's the whole reason I sought help in the first place, but the pain of the withdrawals and their longevity are too much to bear. For me. I'm not very strong. And the world I live in isn't very appealing to me. Actually, I hate it with a burning passion. But I'm outnumbered, outvoted and mocked. And there's only one person in my life that keeps me going and she's possibly on her last leg.
I've seen psychiatrists/psychologists and they all want me to change, but I can't. And I've tried. The world would have to change and that isn't going to happen, it prefers to do it's own spinning. I'm not thinking of killing myself now, someone may have to take care of my mother and I want to do that, with maybe some assistance from cousins in the medical field. More people I don't get along with, but they're good people and would be a far better help than I ever could be.
But if this is nearing an end for her, I'm alone and lost and I don't really feel like connecting with other people. They drain me. I'm emotionally exhausted and the day she goes, nothing is worth living for here. I'm extremely unsuccessful in my personal life and will end up dead in an alley, a ditch or on a park bench. But I guess until that day, I'll have to see about a bridge. I've never gotten one yet, but I have gotten early refills that weren't an issue until a couple months ago. I'm just entirely screwed.
She's going in for a cat scan this week to determine the damage done. Not sure if it's related but they mentioned neurological testing, either as well or it's the same thing as the cat scan.
PS-
I can find comfort in liquor until then but once I stop, my body is extremely harsh on me. I haven't had a drink in a year and planned on never having one again, my love for Guinness be damned. Nothing's worse than the feeling the day after. It's no longer a hangover, it's acute withdrawal that usually needs medical attention. At which point you're treated with contempt by doctors and fellow waiting room patients alike. And rightfully so since they probably have worse afflictions than I do.
I thank you for your concern but it's not as simple as that. Doctors have written me prescriptions for this drug for years, to the point that cold turkey or even underdosing causes physical health problems.
I also appreciate your knowledge about the medication, since a scary majority seem to think benzo withdrawal isn't a serious issue. They tell you to never stop taking it cold turkey, but if you run out, for whatever reason, the insurance companies won't pay, will red flag you and the pharmacies and doctors all treat you like a criminal drug addict. When it was a doctor and other healthcare professionals who've been writing the prescription the whole time and I have no history of drug addiction. I've binged on alcohol a few times but that's it. Even getting a bridge is terrifying to me because I don't know if that will be the beginning of the end of this prescription which, despite it's adverse effects and being known for it's increased tolerance over time.
Without it I now have a plethora of physical issues that demand it's continuation. And i've tried alternate drugs, and I've tried cutting back on my own only to end up in a hospital. At which point they put me on a higher dose, noting my complications with the cessation of taking the drug.
I'm at the point where I've learned how to tie a noose with a belt. Not because I want to die, but because of the lack of empathy and knowledge within the medical community and my fear that asking for a higher dose will lead to being cut off. I don't want to die, that's the whole reason I sought help in the first place, but the pain of the withdrawals and their longevity are too much to bear. For me. I'm not very strong. And the world I live in isn't very appealing to me. Actually, I hate it with a burning passion. But I'm outnumbered, outvoted and mocked. And there's only one person in my life that keeps me going and she's possibly on her last leg.
I've seen psychiatrists/psychologists and they all want me to change, but I can't. And I've tried. The world would have to change and that isn't going to happen, it prefers to do it's own spinning. I'm not thinking of killing myself now, someone may have to take care of my mother and I want to do that, with maybe some assistance from cousins in the medical field. More people I don't get along with, but they're good people and would be a far better help than I ever could be.
But if this is nearing an end for her, I'm alone and lost and I don't really feel like connecting with other people. They drain me. I'm emotionally exhausted and the day she goes, nothing is worth living for here. I'm extremely unsuccessful in my personal life and will end up dead in an alley, a ditch or on a park bench. But I guess until that day, I'll have to see about a bridge. I've never gotten one yet, but I have gotten early refills that weren't an issue until a couple months ago. I'm just entirely screwed.
Well you need to take care of yourself first, so you can help your mother. Touch base with your doctor to deal with the lack of medication issue. You don't want to be dealing with withdrawal symptoms on top of the anxiety problems.
Keep us informed about your mother. Hopefully she will make a quick recovery from the surgical side-effects. Have her doctors told you how long the nerve recovery should take? And which portions of her nervous system were affected??
Keep us informed about your mother. Hopefully she will make a quick recovery from the surgical side-effects. Have her doctors told you how long the nerve recovery should take? And which portions of her nervous system were affected??
I'm down to about 15 clonozepam to last me 15 days. I'm supposed to take them 3 times a day. Why does this matter? Because the nerves are eating me alive and I need to pop about 3 or 4 sometime today to murder this creeping miserable worry. So please get back to me as soon as humanly possible. I'm about to turn into a 5 year old again. This is my mother. Please. Please. Please.
Thank you for replying.
She went to the doctor yesterday and test results came back indicating that the anesthesia damaged her heart and kidneys. I'm so worried sick I don't know what to do. Is this common? Is this potentially fatal, or will she be in pain for the rest of her life?
She went to the doctor yesterday and test results came back indicating that the anesthesia damaged her heart and kidneys. I'm so worried sick I don't know what to do. Is this common? Is this potentially fatal, or will she be in pain for the rest of her life?
There are scar tissue issues of course but I don't think you're referring to that. Are they sure that they got all of the stones? The impeded bile flow can cause sludge and small stones to form withing the intrahepatic bile ducts. These are much harder to visualize and can be missed.
Also, if her CBD also suffered some damage and remains inflamed, this maybe causing some residual issues. But they should be able to detect this with a MRCP imaging procedure.
Also, if her CBD also suffered some damage and remains inflamed, this maybe causing some residual issues. But they should be able to detect this with a MRCP imaging procedure.
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