Hospital Blogging!

Because I can!  What an amazing world, huh?

So I landed in the hospital earlier than the surgeon wanted.  Well... I don't know that for sure, but he has no bed side manner...  I went to the ER on Wednesday -- one full week before the appointment that was supposed to be my consultation to set up the surgery. The ER Doctor determined I needed surgery ASAP.  The reluctant surgeon spoke with me and gave me two options:

1.  We admit you and get your pain under control and then you can go home tomorrow and then see me next to set up surgery.
2.  We admit you and get your pain under control then do surgery on you tomorrow.

I chose number 2.

In the ER they gave me this wonderful pharmaceutical called, "Dilaudid."  Good heavens.  That was nice.  Until I was in the hospital and pushed the nurse call button:

Nurse:  How can I help?

Me:  Trouble ... breathing ...

Nurse:  [cheerfully]  I'll be right down!

His voice was so happy, I was totally less scared.  I was!  Then he and two other nurses came bursting through the door with a crash cart "just in case".  They pulled down my gown and saw the rash -- time to take away my ice cream cone on a hot day.  I went from chocolate ice cream cone to lime popsicle (fentanyl).

Around midnight, I was sitting up in my bed sobbing.  The CNA wandered in and gave me a hug, "Let's get you fixed."  She got to the nurse and they introduced me to Percoset....  That is like the banana split of pain killers!

After all of that, the surgeon visited me the next morning and asked how I was -- as he was reading my chart.  I said I was much better and he looked hopeful, "Do you want to go home and do this next week?"

What the?

I turned down his generous offer.

There is a point.

After the surgery, he talked with my sister and father and told them, "She's lucky she came in when she did.  One more day and she would have been in a lot of trouble."  The little turd hasn't talked to me yet.

If he waits much longer, I think there's going to be a lot of trouble....

The very good, very happy news, is that I'm going to be okay and that I'm feeling like a rock star...

Now where is that mocha with whipped cream and the chocolate chip scone?