GROWING OLD WITH GRACIE

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Hospital Horror ~ Part 2


Hospital Horror ~ Part 2

Last night was crazy.  I think I was still coming off of that nasty anesthesia.  My blood pressure was 180/127 at one point and I told Hubby I must be having a heart attack since my throat was hurting so bad.  The paranoia from the anesthesia had followed me home from the hospital.  (Thanks for the advise Sharon.  I would have never thought of getting the name of it... I didn't know you could do that)
While I was in the hospital I kept hearing the intercom saying: "patient walking" and "patient coughing".  Every time I'd move my legs ...  there it would be.  "Patient walking".  What the heck.  How did they know every move I made?  Every time I'd cough it was "Patient coughing".  LOL. I came to find out later that it was something else entirely.  
But I wasn't imagining that I was about to burst because I needed to go to the bathroom.  It was a 'kink' in the catheter bag...  If I wouldn't have finally said something it would have been ugly.  That happened 2X.

Last night while falling asleep I was jumpy and jittery probably from coming off the paranoia anesthesia (maybe that's its name). And also, my sister said my sore throat is because of the breathing tube.  
So much I don't know.

Today I'm trying to get myself organized so that Hubby doesn't have to keep bringing me stuff.  Though I feel okay, I don't want to break open any stitches.  Gary asked doc how many stitches.  "A lot" was his answer.  

Being dependent on someone else is the pits. I now understand why some elderly people get grouchy when they can no longer take care of themselves.  I'm thankful though, for a great guy who does nothing to make me feel this way...

But on the bright side...  


Beautiful flowers in January...


Candy and Cakes....


Special Cards...


And homemade chocolate chip cookies...


I'm hoping to get caught up on blogs tomorrow. I really miss knowing what's going on in your world.

Much thanks and love to everyone!


Dear Diary,

My routine has been interrupted by Mom sleeping in the back room.  I guess I'll just curl up at her feet till I figure this one out.  Gracie.