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!
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ravioli and nutella hmmm?
so is this the last surgery you'll have to have? I mean are your hips stable now?
Uhh....possibly. There's a chance that a couple/several decades down the road I'll have to have a THR. Aka, total hip replacement.
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