Oh my god I'm back again
So I'm too lazy to do crazy update but I'll stick in some memories of this whole hospitale experiencay.
When I was getting anesthetized the anesthetist's like "Do you drink?" and I automatically say no because he's my mom's friend. Of course he's smart and says "Do you really expect me to believe that?" so I concede that I "sometimes have wine with dinner" and he says "Well this feels like half a bottle" The lights above me swim and then I wake up with an oxygen mask on my face making me feel claustraphobic and an intensely dry mouth. My mom is beside me and I'm clawing at the oxygen mask and asking for water. I'm not allowed water yet in case I'll throw up after the anesthesia but I get these little wet lemon flavoured swabs stuck in my mouth that temporarily wet my pallette a little until I can obtain some ice chips. And so went my surgery.
Now that happened on Friday and I was wheeled into a room where I was suppose to be discharged on Sunday...I didn't leave til Tuesday morning. Ugh. Stupid complications. See when you get your thyroid out, your calcium's messed up, so that's why I had to stay. Unfortunately, my body was still being wonky even after my calcium was settled. I had full body shakes that sometimes went as far as being convulsions that would last for an hour and a half. At one point my legs were numb up to the hip, my hands were numb, and my freaking face was numb. Twas pretty scary. Luckily, some calcium in my IV drip fixed that eventually.
Anyway, to sum up my experience in my recovery room:
-I never ate the hospital food
-I drank apple juice and water constantly
-I watched waayyy too many movies, mostly on TBS
-I was getting my blood taken every 3-4 hours from the very same vein from the very same arm....not so pleasant
-At one point I had a roommate who's vistors thought it would be suitable to sit and stare at me as I shook in my bed and then bluntly inquire as to what was wrong with me
-Justin visited me every single day, helped me walk to the bathroom (which was about 4 steps away from my bed, but I needed the help), brought me water and apple juice, and cranked my bed to a comfortable sitting/lying position
-My mom spent the whole time with me and it was a weird bonding time kind of....it got the point where I would say what she was thinking...all the time
Anyway now I'm back at home, tired as a dog, still shaking but it's getting better. I have many a pretty flower arrangement to look at, a gift basket full of goodies, and CDs courtesy of my darling Justypoo. I'm taking 10 pills a day and it's unknown as to whether this will become less in the future.
Here's some pics of my vacation for y'all. Hope you enjoy.
When I was getting anesthetized the anesthetist's like "Do you drink?" and I automatically say no because he's my mom's friend. Of course he's smart and says "Do you really expect me to believe that?" so I concede that I "sometimes have wine with dinner" and he says "Well this feels like half a bottle" The lights above me swim and then I wake up with an oxygen mask on my face making me feel claustraphobic and an intensely dry mouth. My mom is beside me and I'm clawing at the oxygen mask and asking for water. I'm not allowed water yet in case I'll throw up after the anesthesia but I get these little wet lemon flavoured swabs stuck in my mouth that temporarily wet my pallette a little until I can obtain some ice chips. And so went my surgery.
Now that happened on Friday and I was wheeled into a room where I was suppose to be discharged on Sunday...I didn't leave til Tuesday morning. Ugh. Stupid complications. See when you get your thyroid out, your calcium's messed up, so that's why I had to stay. Unfortunately, my body was still being wonky even after my calcium was settled. I had full body shakes that sometimes went as far as being convulsions that would last for an hour and a half. At one point my legs were numb up to the hip, my hands were numb, and my freaking face was numb. Twas pretty scary. Luckily, some calcium in my IV drip fixed that eventually.
Anyway, to sum up my experience in my recovery room:
-I never ate the hospital food
-I drank apple juice and water constantly
-I watched waayyy too many movies, mostly on TBS
-I was getting my blood taken every 3-4 hours from the very same vein from the very same arm....not so pleasant
-At one point I had a roommate who's vistors thought it would be suitable to sit and stare at me as I shook in my bed and then bluntly inquire as to what was wrong with me
-Justin visited me every single day, helped me walk to the bathroom (which was about 4 steps away from my bed, but I needed the help), brought me water and apple juice, and cranked my bed to a comfortable sitting/lying position
-My mom spent the whole time with me and it was a weird bonding time kind of....it got the point where I would say what she was thinking...all the time
Anyway now I'm back at home, tired as a dog, still shaking but it's getting better. I have many a pretty flower arrangement to look at, a gift basket full of goodies, and CDs courtesy of my darling Justypoo. I'm taking 10 pills a day and it's unknown as to whether this will become less in the future.
Here's some pics of my vacation for y'all. Hope you enjoy.