Oct. 12th, 2007
A week ago today I was sitting in the hospital waiting, waiting and waiting for something to happen. Checked in around 8:30 am, in the room around 10 am, IV in place around 1 pm, carted off to surgery at 6:30 pm, recovery room around 10:30 or 11 pm (keeping track of time was not my strong point here) and moved to a TCU room (transitional care unit) around midnight. At 6:30 am, after making the painful transition to uprightness about 10 times to go to the bathroom (what were they pumping into my veins - Beer!), I decided to sit on the edge of the bed. This is were I stayed until the very nice nurse brought in a comfortable chair for me to sit in around 10 am. My escape, facilitated with the help of stonebender and serenejournal, was around 2 pm.
With the help of family and friends, I have not only survived, but thrived during my period of near-deathness (a.k.a. basic, everyday, mundane, removal of the stupid gall bladder, millions of people the world over live happy, healthy, lives without one) surgery and recovery.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
serenejournal helped out bunches and bunches (you know all that you did and continue to do.)
dbubley got up at some stupid o'clock hour to go with me to the hospital. Dbubley, my gall bladder and I had our last meal together and it was a biggie. Sharing our orders we had pancakes, waffles, eggs, hash browns, corn beef hash, bacon, ham and sausages. Yep, everything my gall bladder hated. I figured 1) I'll be in the hospital and they can give me pain meds if it gets bad and 2) this was my last meal for at least 24 hours. Funny thing is not only did my gall bladder behave (no pain at all), but my blood sugar numbers didn't even spike much.
Dbubley went home to take care of Gilly and give out updates on my progress andstonebender took over at the hospital. He was there when they wheeled me off to the OR and he managed to get into the recover room to see me before he went home for the night. As soon as my doctor left (she escorted him into the recover room) the nurses were mean to him; having "people" in their space just wasn't okay. I know stonebender didn't want to leave the hospital until he saw me and they couldn't give him a time when I'd be transferred to the TCU, hence the recover room visit.
I've been off this week. I'm not suppose to lift more than 10 lbs, so serenejournal andwild_irises have been helping out with stonebender - did I mention that his regular morning attendant, Stacy, was also in the hospital this week! She's going to be fine and should be back on Monday, but this has made everything more stressful for everyone. I'm feeling pretty good in the incision areas, but my back/hip has been acting up. I think, actually I know, I've been holding myself in very tense ways as I move and I'm sure this has put a strain on other parts of my body. This pain I'm familiar with and I can feel it getting better. Who knows, maybe one day soon I'll feel at home in my body again.
With the help of family and friends, I have not only survived, but thrived during my period of near-deathness (a.k.a. basic, everyday, mundane, removal of the stupid gall bladder, millions of people the world over live happy, healthy, lives without one) surgery and recovery.
serenejournal helped out bunches and bunches (you know all that you did and continue to do.) dbubley got up at some stupid o'clock hour to go with me to the hospital. Dbubley, my gall bladder and I had our last meal together and it was a biggie. Sharing our orders we had pancakes, waffles, eggs, hash browns, corn beef hash, bacon, ham and sausages. Yep, everything my gall bladder hated. I figured 1) I'll be in the hospital and they can give me pain meds if it gets bad and 2) this was my last meal for at least 24 hours. Funny thing is not only did my gall bladder behave (no pain at all), but my blood sugar numbers didn't even spike much. Dbubley went home to take care of Gilly and give out updates on my progress and
stonebender took over at the hospital. He was there when they wheeled me off to the OR and he managed to get into the recover room to see me before he went home for the night. As soon as my doctor left (she escorted him into the recover room) the nurses were mean to him; having "people" in their space just wasn't okay. I know stonebender didn't want to leave the hospital until he saw me and they couldn't give him a time when I'd be transferred to the TCU, hence the recover room visit. I've been off this week. I'm not suppose to lift more than 10 lbs, so serenejournal and
wild_irises have been helping out with stonebender - did I mention that his regular morning attendant, Stacy, was also in the hospital this week! She's going to be fine and should be back on Monday, but this has made everything more stressful for everyone. I'm feeling pretty good in the incision areas, but my back/hip has been acting up. I think, actually I know, I've been holding myself in very tense ways as I move and I'm sure this has put a strain on other parts of my body. This pain I'm familiar with and I can feel it getting better. Who knows, maybe one day soon I'll feel at home in my body again.