| - 3. I Knew I Loved You (yes, it's Savage Garden!) *rock* You know what stinks more than a junior high locker room? Recovering from getting your tonsils and adenoids removed. A week and two days ago, I had that exact procedure done. I knew going into it, that pain was going to happen. The procedure itself went well. I only remember about 15 minutes in the operating room itself. Thank GOD! The recovery room. Ahh, what a dreaded place. Knowing that I don't ever do well with surgery, and the sleeping meds, this is the worst part. I continued my streak of not dealing well with the medications, even though I had been assured that "may be this time will be different". NOPE! Throwing up, saying evil things, and wanting to pull out IV's all took place, again. This time the throwing up was the worst pain I have ever felt. When I threw up, I was immediately checked out again to make sure I didn't reopen any of the wounds that were just created in the surgery. Of course, due to the force of my throwing up, I did. More medication given to get that bleeding to stop. Those meds coming through..an IV. Due to my dislike of needles, and then seeing I had a needle in me, I tried to rip it out. My mother knowing my history with this, put a stop to it quite quickly. My vein is only a little bruised now. Meh, it will heal. Having my mother put a stop to my IV pulling, caused me to say mean things. Well, after the procedure I just had went through, my use of my voice was limited without more bleeding. I said things, I bleed, more meds, more IV. It was a mess. After some discussion of admittance to a hospital to make sure all bleeding was fully stopped and I was safe to return to my bed was held. The decision was made. I could return home to my bed, as my mother and my boyfriend serving as nurses. Both took on a lot knowing I would have to relay on moans, growls, and scribbled notes to use as communication they were in for the worst. The first day wasn't that bad because all I did was sleep. But when it came time for that pain medicine to wear off, the devil came out in me, and I was not happy. I was in pain. I couldn't vocalize the amounts so I tried to communicate with gestures. Both of them were number one a lot. Which I am sure provided laughter for them. Brian continued to work his scheduled hours, and checked in with my mother when he could. The pain medicine I was given is the worst tasting crap (for lack of better words) that I have ever had. But it did a good job of putting me back to sleep. Over the past week, I have got some what better. I am no longer needing to communicate via gesture, note, moan/groan. I have some what of a voice that I prefer not to use. I do have some pain from time to time. And I can't be awake more than 5 hours without being drop dead exhausted. I am still taking that crap for medicine. Now, I am pretending that it is some shot of alcohol and it will make me happy. It kind of does do that in a way, because it puts me to sleep. And sleep equals happiness. HA! My mother has returned home. I am forever in debt to her kindness, and hours of checking in on me and wierd sleep pattern, on a some what comfortable futon. My other nurse, my dearest Brian, has himself sick now. Not from me. From the stresses of his job and other demands on him as a homeowner. I will leave that at that. I, as his girlfriend, am forbidden to see him because my immune system is so weak that I would catch his cold and who knows what would happen then. He insists that I rest at my house, in my bed. He rest in his bed at his house. It is hard being apart from him, especially when he is sick, and I can't help out. I am trying to focus my energies on other things, like school work to pass the time. I get a text from him now and then telling me of my greatness (serious!) and his love for me (awww...I love him too!) and an update on how he is feeling. I adore that man. I hate my pain. We will both be feeling a lot better by this weekend though...because YAY! it's my birthday dang it! And we have a lot planned. Now to occupy my time with news briefings and readings for school. Only 92 more pages to read. Then...I'm not sure what I will do. May be work on some Mario Kart. *giggle* |
