Aw Bloody Hell
It actually has been quite bloody. I went into surgery today, and I remember the time in the recovery room as 12:30? Something like that. I assume it was 12:15 when I got out of surgery. I put myself on the gurney and all that like before. Just I don't remember taking note of time until then.
Let's move back a bit, though. Last night I closed the restaurant, so I got home around...3? I got upstairs, rooting through my backback and lo and behold! No keys. I grabbed the wrong cunting keys. 3 am. Roommate's at her bf's in Brooklyn, Patrick is asleep and turns off his phone, and my neighbors with the spare are dead asleep. I knock lightly, of course no answer. Call Patrick, leave a couple of messages in the hope it's a wierd night and he left it on, but nothing. Finally at almost 4 I realize I need to do something now because the taxi is getting me at 6am and although I had planned on not sleeping, I had to shower, change, and do my hair to last a few days since I can't shower. I finally rang their doorbell, and thankfully they are the sweetest, happiest people evar. I mean, wake up smiling and shit "Hi! of course you had to ring, don't even worry, good luck, let us know how you are!" Then my taxi driver got a bit lost because we were in a different town. Yeah, not a stress-free day.
Back to the hospital recovery room.
No nausea or anything, as I come out of general really fast and easily, and not really any bleeding...because there was a fucking cotton/gauze pack up both sides of my nose. Damnit! I have to say I really hated that. I had some major trouble breathing. HUGE trouble. And my throat was sore and my mouth and throat were painfully dry. I had to breathe through my mouth, but you know what? When your nose is all plugged up under those circumstances, you can't really breathe. Well, at least I can't. I was supposed to have it for 2 hours. Holy crap.
I sucked on ice chips (because I couldn't manage a swallow without my nose clear) and try to stay calm and all that but it was pretty unbearable. The pain from my major surgery was much stronger, but yo, I could breathe.
Then as the anaesthetic wore off my nose was on Fiah! They moved me to the other room? The one you have a tv and people can come see you ('course, as usual, no one for me, but there was another guy there under the same circumstances. He actually looked like he came straight from work, in his black and whites, so I see a bit of a pattern with older food service people. It's the hours, I swear), and the nurse said the doctor said to take out my pack an hour early. That was great, got to breathe, but now it felt like ..well, you know when you breathe on a freaking COLD day and how it stings the inside of your nose and up your sinus passages? Multiply that a few times. I felt like dog doodie and thought why the hell did I do this, AND my nose kept draining blood.
Rebecca came to get me, and bless her, she brought Scrappy, her boxer. The nurse (big, tall black male nurse who was very cool) was taking me out and said is that a boxer? Cool...
Scrappy tried to share the front seat with me (poor Rebecca was all like get in the back, damnit, Scrappy, timing!!) but that was just too cute. She drove me back to JC, stopped at the first pharmacy we drove past and got my scrips filled and insisted on getting me a vanilla shake and broccoli cheese soup from McDonald's. Oh, did I mention, only cold, mushy food today. I didn't want it, but I started on the shake and you know what? Perfect.
Right now I'm on a painkiller (non codeine this time so I can actually take it, and holy shit 60 pills? I'll be lucky to take 5. No, you can't have them), a steroidal thing to keep my nose from swelling, and an antibiotic. (I didn't take one of those after major surgery, crazy) Needless to say I look a bit dazed, but I feel much, much better. The nose bleeding finally stopped about 2 hours ago. Poor Rebecca gets all squeamish about blood and I had to change my nose dressing twice in the car. I had no choice.
Called my mom to tell her I was alive but that I couldn't talk because I'd just gotten home and wanted to pass out, upright propped against 3 pillows. I hate that, too. At least I know I can get through surgery pretty well on my own.
Bitchbitchbitchmoanmoanmoanpisspisspiss.
Yep, I feel closer to normal.
Let's move back a bit, though. Last night I closed the restaurant, so I got home around...3? I got upstairs, rooting through my backback and lo and behold! No keys. I grabbed the wrong cunting keys. 3 am. Roommate's at her bf's in Brooklyn, Patrick is asleep and turns off his phone, and my neighbors with the spare are dead asleep. I knock lightly, of course no answer. Call Patrick, leave a couple of messages in the hope it's a wierd night and he left it on, but nothing. Finally at almost 4 I realize I need to do something now because the taxi is getting me at 6am and although I had planned on not sleeping, I had to shower, change, and do my hair to last a few days since I can't shower. I finally rang their doorbell, and thankfully they are the sweetest, happiest people evar. I mean, wake up smiling and shit "Hi! of course you had to ring, don't even worry, good luck, let us know how you are!" Then my taxi driver got a bit lost because we were in a different town. Yeah, not a stress-free day.
Back to the hospital recovery room.
No nausea or anything, as I come out of general really fast and easily, and not really any bleeding...because there was a fucking cotton/gauze pack up both sides of my nose. Damnit! I have to say I really hated that. I had some major trouble breathing. HUGE trouble. And my throat was sore and my mouth and throat were painfully dry. I had to breathe through my mouth, but you know what? When your nose is all plugged up under those circumstances, you can't really breathe. Well, at least I can't. I was supposed to have it for 2 hours. Holy crap.
I sucked on ice chips (because I couldn't manage a swallow without my nose clear) and try to stay calm and all that but it was pretty unbearable. The pain from my major surgery was much stronger, but yo, I could breathe.
Then as the anaesthetic wore off my nose was on Fiah! They moved me to the other room? The one you have a tv and people can come see you ('course, as usual, no one for me, but there was another guy there under the same circumstances. He actually looked like he came straight from work, in his black and whites, so I see a bit of a pattern with older food service people. It's the hours, I swear), and the nurse said the doctor said to take out my pack an hour early. That was great, got to breathe, but now it felt like ..well, you know when you breathe on a freaking COLD day and how it stings the inside of your nose and up your sinus passages? Multiply that a few times. I felt like dog doodie and thought why the hell did I do this, AND my nose kept draining blood.
Rebecca came to get me, and bless her, she brought Scrappy, her boxer. The nurse (big, tall black male nurse who was very cool) was taking me out and said is that a boxer? Cool...
Scrappy tried to share the front seat with me (poor Rebecca was all like get in the back, damnit, Scrappy, timing!!) but that was just too cute. She drove me back to JC, stopped at the first pharmacy we drove past and got my scrips filled and insisted on getting me a vanilla shake and broccoli cheese soup from McDonald's. Oh, did I mention, only cold, mushy food today. I didn't want it, but I started on the shake and you know what? Perfect.
Right now I'm on a painkiller (non codeine this time so I can actually take it, and holy shit 60 pills? I'll be lucky to take 5. No, you can't have them), a steroidal thing to keep my nose from swelling, and an antibiotic. (I didn't take one of those after major surgery, crazy) Needless to say I look a bit dazed, but I feel much, much better. The nose bleeding finally stopped about 2 hours ago. Poor Rebecca gets all squeamish about blood and I had to change my nose dressing twice in the car. I had no choice.
Called my mom to tell her I was alive but that I couldn't talk because I'd just gotten home and wanted to pass out, upright propped against 3 pillows. I hate that, too. At least I know I can get through surgery pretty well on my own.
Bitchbitchbitchmoanmoanmoanpisspisspiss.
Yep, I feel closer to normal.