Sunday, December 21, 2008

First Day

Yay! I'm home! But before I start confusing you with haphazard rememberances in no certain (haha, London) order, I shall stop confusing everyone and start from the befinning.
-Where should I start?
-I believe the beginning's a good a place as any.

I'm beginning where I left off: the day of. Frankly, I don't remember much of this. I remember insisting to myself that I must find something cute to wear to the hospital (I don't know why) and showing up to the hospital. The waiting room took quite some time, but eventually, we were admitted back. My two pre-op nurses/attendees were Harding graduates! They prepped me by putting in an IV, giving me gowns, taking my blood pressure and taking my temperature. Then they took me back to the "block room". The block room is where they gave me a nerve block for post-op pain and a spinal block (the kind birthing women receive, methinks) for the operation pain. Here was the amazing thing: usually people mind when they are stuck in the hip or the spine with huge needles, but I absolutely didn't. I was in my happy zone. I was feeling my cheerios. I was happy. IV's are miraculous things. Here, my memory goes hazy. I remember the ceiling (barely) from the block room to the OR. I remember commenting to Dr. Guyton that the overhead lights looked like UFOs. And then I cease to remember.

When I woke up, I was in the recovery room, where they put you between operating room and actual room. According to my mother: my first words when hazily awake were about Nutella. Does this suprise anyone? And then I talked of ravioli and Chef Boyardee. And then I cried, because they did an unspeakably cruel thing to me: they rolled me over onto my bad side for an X-ray. Twice. You cannot imagine the searing pain. All of my memories until the next morning remain hazy. I thank Niani Connerly's mother, my first night nurse, for that. I was up all night off and on because of discomfort. This side sleeper still needs a bit of transitioning till she gets used to sleeping flat on her back. That is it for know, my dear readers. I must fly and walker my way over to the couch for some dinner. See you tomorrow!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

X-ray.. on your bad side... the cruelty!!
I'm glad your home and semi-sorta walking. Yay for walkers!! I love you!!

El Curioso said...

I'm glad you're okay.
Dema and I were going to visit you on saterday but got a call from michael saying they'd taken you off the pain med.s and it wasn't the best time.
your cheerios line made my laugh -- i'm stealing it for later

Anonymous said...

Nutella? You would :)

melee said...

The funny thing is....I don't even like ravioli that much! Yay for walkers indeed-my main source of transportation.