No where did I leave you last...?

Hmm...good question. I think it was in the Recovery Room. OOOKay.

From the recovery room they moved me to my room in the - get this - pediatrics ward. YEAH! What are the pluses of the Lebonhuer ward? Nicer nurses, prettier room, lots of movies, free ice cream, nicer (possibly) pts, and carpet. I had a blast. Okay, as much of a blast as I could have in the circumstances. I think the DVD/VCR was one of the best parts. I watched Finding Neverland (very good, by the way) and ate vanilla ice cream. I'm a big fan of vanilla ice cream. I even dreampt about it last night.

You know what amazes me? The fact that the technology has changed from when I was there 6 months ago. This time, I had a nice little pain pump. This pump sent numbing medication through my back and directly to the muscles around my hip, which really cuts down on some of the pain medication taken. It's kind of funny to feel the numbing medication wear off, though. Sort of akin to a muscle spasm. Also, this time I had feet inflations. As opposed to calf inflations. Why inflatables anyways? The inflation, and hence pressure, on the extremes that there's a good chance you won't be moving increases blood flow and stops your feet from falling off. It's much like massaging the feet to increase circulation. But this time around, they had the little inflatables on my feet. Why is this such a monumentous relief? Because imagine having m0ving plastic around your legs pretty much 24/7. It gets hot and sweaty real fast down there. Having it on the feet kind of changes most of that. My sweaty calves grin in relief.

What else comes with hospital visits? Visitors. It's always fun to welcome friends in your room. And it's kind of an incentive not to wallow in your pain and selfness. Cause people are gonna see that. And you might as well get cleaned up a little before the nice visitors come. And the boys. ;)
Ach, but I dramatize. With the visitors also come the mean pts. And this time, I lived up to the expectations. I fainted, or almost fainted again. I have a terrible habit of doing that. But by the third day, I was able to walk down the the nurses' station and back. Mission Accomplished.


By the way! Let us remember today a fellow hip sister, we shall call her, even though she does not own a blog. She goes to my church and just received a total hip replacement. A speedy and safe recovery to you, Kesha Burns!

If you haven't noticed....

I've already had the pre-op, surgery, and have come home already. Oops. Ok. My power was out until the day I went to the hospital, so that's half my fault. But still my fault. I apologize.

Pre-op: Normal. They took blood, and it was icky. I swear, I have track marks now! Ok. Mostly on my stomach - of all places - but they're there! Next day:

Surgery: ick. I had the same prep nurse! And that was an up. I love that lady. She's one of those people that are so blunt and down to earth it makes you smile. While I was laying there, in the bed, Mrs. Donaldson walked in! She had come with snacks. Mostly for my parents because I couldn't eat. It was pleasant to see her, especially because she was her summer-self, which is very more relaxed than her school-self. After a few words, she departed and I followed soon after, except I went to the block room. Oh, the block room. You hate it because it introduces to your life wires and tubes that are somehow connected to your person. But you love it because you stop caring when you get in there. It's great. Next stop: OR.

Recovery room: Surprise! I remember it! I wasn't throwing up and in a half-dazed state talking about nutella and ravioli. I was fairly lucid and able to remember the doctor, then my father, then my mother.

Well, I'll see you in Lebonhuer when I post again!

PAUSE! RETHINK! Ok - you may proceed.

Yes. Pause. Because, the date of my surgery has been moved. Yes, I repeat, my surgery is not on Thursday, but on next Tuesday the 16th. Why? My doctor's son is graduating. Yay him. Meanwhile, I don't want anyone showing up to the hospital and crashing Germantown Methodist when I'm not there. Reminder: "Have fun storming the hospital!!!"

So, my pre-op got moved to next Monday, and my surgery is next Tuesday. If you want to visit me, and I'm definitely not against visitors, please come on Wednsday or Thursday. Because, while I love visitors, I really don't think I'll be very relieved to see you on Tuesday. Judging from last time, I may be passing out and vomiting, which is not really the point where I want to welcome someone in and hug them. I want to see you, and I want to enjoy your company. I love you all!

Please don't show up this weekend!