Jan 12, 2006 13:33
So I just got back from my two night stay at the Hospital of St. Raphael and I could not be happier about it. My surgery went well and there were no complications, but my stay there has definitely convinced me to do whatever is necessary to stay out of the hospital in the future. It is just such a debilitating and helpless feeling when you are first stuck in the recovery room for 8 hours waiting for somebody else to vacate their room, then hooked up to an IV machine for the next day and a half forced to take that wherever. And not being able to take a shower, watch only about ten TV channels, and being stuck in a pretty uncomfortable bed that is constantly adjusting so that who ever is lying in it (typically an old person) doesn't get an ulcer is just miserable. And my surgery was so minor compared to most people there, who can be there for months at a time. The unit I was on was mostly cardiac patients who had had open hear surgery, and if I needed that surgery I would certainly get it, I hope I will never have to. We also just found out that my grandfather, who had a knee replacement in July, has to go back in next week because it has gotten infected and he will basically have to start all over again. Now that I have spent some time in the hospital myself, I feel awful for him, because he really hates the whole process, and in his case, it will be 1-2 months before he is recovered and can go home. Hospitals are great places and do great things, but I certainly want to do my best to avoid them in the future. The whole experience has made me appreciative of the fact that me, and basically my whole family as well, has been blessed with good health. We haven't really had anyone with cancer or heart disease or any other type of ailment that has severly comprised their health or quality of life. Hopefully this trend will continue into the forseeable future and beyond.
At the same time though, I was surprised by how many people remembered that I was going in and called me before I went in or while I was at the hospital. I got a ton of books and movies to read and watch while I am at home before going back to school, and it was really nice to have so many people remember and care. I have to admit that if the situation was reversed, I probably would not have remembered myself.
Now that I am though, I have take it preety easy for the next week. I mistakenly told Ruby Tuesday I would be able to work at the end of the week when I originally gave them my schedule a while back, so I hope they aren't too upset I had to cancel. When I called yesterday, all the managers were in a meeting so I didn't get to talk to any of them, but whatever, I'm never working there again. I will still have to do some work for my research assistant job, but that's all on the computer, so it shouldn't be too stressful. The biggest problem though may be that for the next week I can basically only have liquids, plus ice cream (yum!), pudding, and jell-o. While I do like all those foods, I imagine I will get pretty hungry, but once I do start eating everything again, at least I will be able to swallow and digest it correctly. Talking about all this food is making me hungry, time to get a glass of juice, or maybe some italian ice.