Operation, don't touch the sides or you're out.
Surgery was today.
I had to wake up at 4, no fun. We left the house by 5.20, got there at 5.45.
Checked in, got IVd, in my wrist, I've never had it there before. I've had my elbow, my bicep, my butterfly, but never my wrist.
Anyway. They got me all set up and took me to the operating room, it almost feels like a dream, that part. It was probably after I got dreamsleeped. I moved onto a table or something and then I got shot up and oxygened to sleep.
Woke up to "BREATHE!" Which, is what I often wake up to in the hospital. Yes, I have apnea, I can't breathe when I sleep you jackass, stop screaming at me. Not to mention I've got an assload of sleeper shit going through me. Every minute or so my oxygen monitor would go off and Angry Nurse would yell "BREATHE, deep breaths, if you don't breathe I won't give you pain meds!" Way to be a cunt Angry Nurse.
Anyway. Blah blah, recovery room, blah blah. Came home. Called LeeAnn, everyone at her work was thrilled. I guess she'd been a raging bitch with worry. Once she knew I was okay she was "nice boss lady" again.
I barely remember the call.
I passed out, woke up later, took pills, ate my hospital parfait (the only reason I tolerate hospital visits is that Creighton has the best fucking parfaits.)
Went back to bed, woke up a few times, moved around.
Slept somemore.
Got up, took more pills, ate some toast.
Now I'm up.
Cool day, huh? Not.
I'm in pain, I'm dizzy, and I'm still having trouble breathing. And he only took out one plate.
It's cool though, because I have it. :D
It's this really pretty blue color, I thought it was just going to be some ugly hunk of metal, but it's actually pretty.
I had to wake up at 4, no fun. We left the house by 5.20, got there at 5.45.
Checked in, got IVd, in my wrist, I've never had it there before. I've had my elbow, my bicep, my butterfly, but never my wrist.
Anyway. They got me all set up and took me to the operating room, it almost feels like a dream, that part. It was probably after I got dreamsleeped. I moved onto a table or something and then I got shot up and oxygened to sleep.
Woke up to "BREATHE!" Which, is what I often wake up to in the hospital. Yes, I have apnea, I can't breathe when I sleep you jackass, stop screaming at me. Not to mention I've got an assload of sleeper shit going through me. Every minute or so my oxygen monitor would go off and Angry Nurse would yell "BREATHE, deep breaths, if you don't breathe I won't give you pain meds!" Way to be a cunt Angry Nurse.
Anyway. Blah blah, recovery room, blah blah. Came home. Called LeeAnn, everyone at her work was thrilled. I guess she'd been a raging bitch with worry. Once she knew I was okay she was "nice boss lady" again.
I barely remember the call.
I passed out, woke up later, took pills, ate my hospital parfait (the only reason I tolerate hospital visits is that Creighton has the best fucking parfaits.)
Went back to bed, woke up a few times, moved around.
Slept somemore.
Got up, took more pills, ate some toast.
Now I'm up.
Cool day, huh? Not.
I'm in pain, I'm dizzy, and I'm still having trouble breathing. And he only took out one plate.
It's cool though, because I have it. :D
It's this really pretty blue color, I thought it was just going to be some ugly hunk of metal, but it's actually pretty.