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We had to leave the house at 6am, which was far too early for my liking. The waiting room and pre-op was crowded with noisy kids. I felt like I should have taken more Xanax. Throughout the morning I kept bursting into tears on and off, and it was hard to stop. What a mess. I've had more drugs today than I think I've had in my entire life between the anti-anxiety meds they pumped into my IV, the anesthesia, the Dilaudid and the blood pressure medication. My BP wouldn't go down after I woke up, and they kept telling me to breathe, breathe, breathe.
Waking up was agony. I woke up crying and gripping the bed rails in agony. Dilaudid apparently makes me itch all over incessantly. This lasted well into the afternoon and was awful. The post-op nurse was not quite so pleasant as the pre-op nurse. It's not my fault your surgery center is overbooked! We didn't get to leave until about noon, and then had to wait at the pharmacy for ages. I kind of wanted to scream at the people dithering in line ahead of us.
Half a day of a soft food/liquid diet and I'm already in agony from it. Pudding is nice, but I want a chicken sandwich for the love of all that's holy. When I fall asleep, I wake up ten minutes later because my throat aches. Ugh. I ate way too much peppermint ice cream for dinner because the cold felt so good. Now I have frozen cherries. Still, that isn't a chicken sandwich. Mike laid in bed with me all afternoon.
Last night we stayed up to watch Obama's speech. Reading all the posts on my friendslist was joyous. Of course winning the election doesn't magically make everything better. Of course change takes time. It won't be easy and the work will be hard and long. But Jesus wept people, America elected a young, urban, black president who took the popular vote. There was huge voter turnout and people who have never taken the time to vote before in my generation went to the polls. Yes, there were moments of epic fail such Prop 8 in California and Prop 2 in Florida. Our country still has a significant population of bigots, selfish people and assholes. But thank all the gods above, we didn't elect one as President this time around.
We can change our country for the better. We can hope, and yes we can work for it. I watched Jesse Jackson standing in the crowd in Chicago with tears running down his face and wondered what it must feel like for him to see this moment come true. Fucking incredible.
Waking up was agony. I woke up crying and gripping the bed rails in agony. Dilaudid apparently makes me itch all over incessantly. This lasted well into the afternoon and was awful. The post-op nurse was not quite so pleasant as the pre-op nurse. It's not my fault your surgery center is overbooked! We didn't get to leave until about noon, and then had to wait at the pharmacy for ages. I kind of wanted to scream at the people dithering in line ahead of us.
Half a day of a soft food/liquid diet and I'm already in agony from it. Pudding is nice, but I want a chicken sandwich for the love of all that's holy. When I fall asleep, I wake up ten minutes later because my throat aches. Ugh. I ate way too much peppermint ice cream for dinner because the cold felt so good. Now I have frozen cherries. Still, that isn't a chicken sandwich. Mike laid in bed with me all afternoon.
Last night we stayed up to watch Obama's speech. Reading all the posts on my friendslist was joyous. Of course winning the election doesn't magically make everything better. Of course change takes time. It won't be easy and the work will be hard and long. But Jesus wept people, America elected a young, urban, black president who took the popular vote. There was huge voter turnout and people who have never taken the time to vote before in my generation went to the polls. Yes, there were moments of epic fail such Prop 8 in California and Prop 2 in Florida. Our country still has a significant population of bigots, selfish people and assholes. But thank all the gods above, we didn't elect one as President this time around.
We can change our country for the better. We can hope, and yes we can work for it. I watched Jesse Jackson standing in the crowd in Chicago with tears running down his face and wondered what it must feel like for him to see this moment come true. Fucking incredible.