"Gettin' Slizziced"
I got sliced today, don't worry it was planned. Surgery went well. I got to the hospital a bit before 10 am and did all the paperwork, vitals and got a massive IV stuck in my arm that hurt like hell because the nurse wasn't so great with needles. I sat in the pre-op room with my mom and took a pregnancy test and peed 6 times because they gave me 1.5 liters of liquid via IV. Oh boy. After noon, the scrub nurse came to get me and put my hair in the little shower cap thing and we made my mom go to the waiting room while I headed to the OR. Everything was happening really fast but the nurse was so good at keeping me calm because I was a bit nervous. The anesthesiologist was also really friendly (and a kiwi!) so it was all good. He told me I was getting medicine in the IV that would hurt quite a bit and then told me to think happy thoughts and gave me the mask and then.........I woke up in the recovery room and was very disoriented and cried a little. I asked if my mom was ok like three times and they finally just got her because we were all confused. I stayed for another hour or so after I awoke and ate crackers and drank water which was rough because the anti-nausea meds make my mouth dry but I was intebated during surgery so my throat's all scratched up.I've got some non-toxic gas in my body that they used to see everything better during surgery that's causing shoulder pain and the incisions are a bit sore, but everything is working out well. I just think I need another nap - today I fell asleep in the living room on the floor, on the toilet and sitting up at the table...
On a completely different note, I hate driving. I have thought about this a lot and it really makes me angry. I used to be a horrid driver, not void of skill just void of fear. The rollover accident helped me learn to fear and respect the road and yet I have still gotten in accidents. I drive the speed limit, I signal, I look, I don't tailgate, I try really hard. And what really irritates me when my friends give me shit for a lack of driving skills; I know I suck at it but I try really hard. To make fun of the jeep accident's one thing, I do that myself. But there is something about being told that you are a bad driver that is unnerving. Driving is something that anyone can do, idiots can drive and I can't. It's something that I have tried to improve on and simply can't get much better, I'm bad luck but situations do always work out. So I guess I can be thankful for the fact that no one ever gets hurt and financially things tend to work out, thanks to a great set of friends and family and the grace of Great Wokanda. I guess I just hate not being able to take a joke or take shit for something because I don't like because sensitive about subjects, but you know what I'm allowed to be. People who tell me I suck at driving are right up there with people who think it's funny to try to make me pass out by talkinng about needles. Tre suck.
My family, friends and the city (village) of Creston deserves to be thanked as well. I have gotten tons of emails, facecbook comments, texts, phone calls and cards from numerous people. Creston has a phone tree for updates on me health. MY dad would have given a anything to be there today but I told him not to come because he had open house and conferences. The fact that people are willing to drive 6 hours to take care of me is amazing. I am so blessed to be a part of this world community, it truly makes me joyous.
On a completely different note, I hate driving. I have thought about this a lot and it really makes me angry. I used to be a horrid driver, not void of skill just void of fear. The rollover accident helped me learn to fear and respect the road and yet I have still gotten in accidents. I drive the speed limit, I signal, I look, I don't tailgate, I try really hard. And what really irritates me when my friends give me shit for a lack of driving skills; I know I suck at it but I try really hard. To make fun of the jeep accident's one thing, I do that myself. But there is something about being told that you are a bad driver that is unnerving. Driving is something that anyone can do, idiots can drive and I can't. It's something that I have tried to improve on and simply can't get much better, I'm bad luck but situations do always work out. So I guess I can be thankful for the fact that no one ever gets hurt and financially things tend to work out, thanks to a great set of friends and family and the grace of Great Wokanda. I guess I just hate not being able to take a joke or take shit for something because I don't like because sensitive about subjects, but you know what I'm allowed to be. People who tell me I suck at driving are right up there with people who think it's funny to try to make me pass out by talkinng about needles. Tre suck.
My family, friends and the city (village) of Creston deserves to be thanked as well. I have gotten tons of emails, facecbook comments, texts, phone calls and cards from numerous people. Creston has a phone tree for updates on me health. MY dad would have given a anything to be there today but I told him not to come because he had open house and conferences. The fact that people are willing to drive 6 hours to take care of me is amazing. I am so blessed to be a part of this world community, it truly makes me joyous.