I also learned that if you have any sort of say in the matter, have the anesthesiologist do your IV. I felt a little prick in my hand from a local anesthetic and then voila…I had an IV. Never felt it. I’m going to remember that for next time.
Waking up from general anesthesia is always interesting. There’s that moment where you wonder what just happened. You feel like you just woke up from some pleasant nap. Except your throat kinda hurts and there’s probably some sort of nebulous pain somewhere on your body. In this case, it was my ankle. Thankfully, the nurse noted my pained, ashen expression and shot a couple doses of morphine into my IV. Ahhh…
We spent so long up in our room (3921. How do I still remember that?) that I was beginning to wonder if they weren’t going to just go ahead and keep me there. They even had me fill out a wishlist for dinner and breakfast. Yikes! I got lunch though, and that was nice becuase I was pretty hungry. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon doing that dozing thing. You know, where you’re so tired, you can’t barely stand to have your eyes opened. Sorta like how I feel right about now.
They decided to keep me on the Vicodin but prescribed an anti-nausea medication to take with it. So I’m flying pretty high right now. Look at the pretty birdies! :woot :nuts Though I noticed last night on one of my many trips to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, that giving someone who needs to use crutches a pain killer that makes them dizzy is probably not the best idea in the world. Thankfully, I haven’t biffed it yet. Yet.
I go in to see the doc in a week and they’ll put a cast on then, but for now, I get this stylish little number. At least you can see my pretty toes with this one. K was so nice to paint those for me.
Have I left my bed except to go to the bathroom since we’ve been home? Nope. A person can go stir crazy like this. But I know the easier I take it for now, the quicker I’ll heal and I’m all about that. I just had to send K to do the grocery shopping and I am quite scared. That is *my* job and I just know he’s going to mess something up, forget to get something, buy something entirely ridiculous. :sigh
Has it been six weeks yet?
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This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
