3 posts tagged “hospital”

You'll find super glue in your pubic hair.

I'm still not sure how I feel about my husband taking a photo of me after I finally got out of the recovery room. I think I flipped him off before making the "V" for victory sign he asked for.  Monday is still foggy, although any thinking is fuzzy right now anyway.

Mom and my hubby-love waited for me in my room while I was stuck in the recovery room.  That's always fun because Steve is somewhat uncomfortable around my family, and he was already cranky because he had to have me to the hospital at 5:30am.  Once I was able to pay attention to what was going on around me--through the fog of the morphine substitute--I sent Steve home for a nap while my Mom stayed with me.  I hadn't really thought about how comforting it would be to have someone I trust sitting there while I floated around in the mist.

I tried to sleep, but it was difficult to do between the pain, the machines, and that damn catheter. The nurses were patient with me, which was nice.  Mom went home after rush hour traffic was over.  Dinner was a cup of beef broth that was so salty that I only managed to get down two spoonfuls before giving up.  The strawberry jello made me sick, so that was it for dinner.  They gave me three different types of medicine before they were able to get rid of the nausea, and it took a while because they had to get permission for each kind based on the meds they had given me before. 

Steve came back around 7 pm and sat with me while I tried to sleep.  He also brought me my iBook so I could enjoy the free wireless.  I enjoyed listening to him as he talked to his friends on the phone.  He had me talk to Helen for a little while, but it was difficult to concentrate on making sense. I dozed on and off while he was there.  I remember him asking the nurse about why I couldn't sleep longer than a few minutes at a time and she said that it was normal.  Before he left, Steve helped me stand up so I could move around for a few minutes.  My nurse Sara helped out, but I was too groggy to go more than a few steps anyway.

After hubby-love left, I was able to sleep for a few hours before I woke up in the middle of the night.  That was it for sleep for the rest of the day.

Between the bed shifting every five minutes, having wearing stockings that move up and down my legs to prevent blood clots, and a catheter that pulls when I try to get comfortable;  I'm having trouble getting any sleep.  Trying to type sucks too--mostly from the meds.

I was told, second-hand, that my surgery was routine and that there were no problems.  I vaguely remember my doctor visiting both before and after the surgery, but that's about it.  Recovery sucked.  The first thing I remembered was lots of pain, not being able to stop tensing my body, and uncontrollable shivering.  The had to give me a strong painkiller cocktail before the planned medications could start to work. The side effects of that was sleep apnea.  Every time I started to doze off, the alarms would go off because I'd stop breathing. I remember everything in recovery in two-minute increments and accompanied by alarms.  I was stuck in recovery for four long hours before I could go to my room and see my husband and mom.

It's taking me so long to type this that I think I'll take a break before posting any more.