Ok, I'm home. Lying in bed, not the best at typing in bed but bear with me. No photos... though hubby took a horrible one of me in the recovery room and sent it to all family members. i could have killed him. but since he is taking such good care of me and even spent the night sleeping in a rickety old recliner in my room, i will spare his life.
I was nervous going in, and hoped for some of those good drugs Sharon talked about to calm me down. (I hate taking those types of drugs, but it was the lesser of 2 evils).
A nurse walks in the room eyeballing her clipboard. "Phyllis?" "no, Bobbi." Oops. wrong patient. A long wait and a million of the same questions over and over again from a half a dozen different white coats. I'm thinking, I wish Sharon were here, she'd get me good drugs. Finally the anesthesiologist. He said he'd set me up. A half hour later and ten minutes past scheduled surgery I asked the nurse if he was going to bring me something. It was too late.
Then i was wheeled back to the big white medicine-smelling room and everyone stood over me saying, "everything is going to be alright". I knew what they were about to do to me and i wanted to run away. But there was no turning back.
Now, i've had surgeries before under general anisthesia and i woke up nice. ahh. But this time i was nauseas and still afraid. There wasn't a lot of compassion there, just workers going about their duties.
In my room later the nausea meds kept me whoosie for quite some time. "For pain, push the morphine button" the nurse said. I am thankful to say i didn't have to use it, and that once the surgery was over i had little pain with no meds.
Last night Gary witnessed the nurse giving me the wrong bag in my IV, then changing it about ten minutes later. They said it was just a change the doc ordered, but after what i saw there im not sure. One mistake after another after another. I had to tell them what i should do most of the time. Yesterday was liquid diet, this morning solids. After I ate my breakfast this morning the nurses assistant came in smiling and handing me a cup of jello telling me I'd graduated to a liquid diet. Oops. Wrong room. The list goes on and on.... but what really put the icing on the cake (there's that cake again)... was this morning the nurses assistant took me for a long walk down the hall. Doc came in later saying I wasn't supposed to walk outside of the room. Then when it came time for me to go home... I asked my nurse (her name was Hazel) what do I do? Just leave? "yep, you can go." she said. Okay, so the doc doesn't want me to walk down the hall... yet it was okay for me to walk down four halls to the parking lot and then to my car??? I remained patient, but I was feeling pretty badly and hubby was sick as well... and... we just wanted to get in the car for our 1 1/2 hour drive home. "Can I have a wheelchair?" I asked politely. Hazel looked puzzled. Like she wasn't quite sure what that was. Turns out there was a wheelchair alright... but someone else was using it. Go back into bed and wait (with long robe, slippers, and winter coat on).
The hospital is new just last month. Brand spanking new hospital and only one wheelchair per floor? They told us from the get-go that they didn't have all the bugs out yet. HUH? I hope they're not talking about bed bugs. And by the looks of the old sheets and hospital gowns that they drug from the old hospital, I was thinking they might be talking about just that.
Now, don't get this hospital confused with our new hospital here in Cumberland. It is awesome.
Good to be back. Thank you so much for your prayers, well wishes, good thoughts, and cards.
You are very much loved and appreciated.
