Hospital Stay

Oct 08, 2012

I had to be at the hospital at 6 am for a 9 am scheduled surgery time. The surgeon was running behind. I ended up being wheeled into the operating room at 11 am. Surprisingly enough, the time passed rather quickly. I was out of surgery/recovery and up in my room by 1 pm. I felt so SO very out of it. Well, duh, I was. My mom and her sister in law were there with my husband. My teary eyed mom kissed me and then she left. She was SO worried about this surgery. Well, to be fair, she would be worried about ANY surgery. My husband was starving so he walked across the parking lot to McDonalds. I remember him bringing his food back to the room since he did not want to be gone from my side for very long. OMG, the smell of that food had me feeling like I was going to hurl at any moment. I think that was the first time in our marriage that I was actually extremely grateful that he eats so fast. Once the food was gone, I felt okay.

I was up and walking within a few hours. My husband walked with me each time. He was so encouraging. He wanted to spend the night with me. I talked him into going home to get some rest. He left around 8-8:30 that night. I told him that there was no way that he would get any kind of sleep or rest in that room with me. He was afraid that if I needed anything during the night, the nurses would not come quckly enough to help me. He was afraid that if I needed to go to the bathroom, the nurse would take too long to come help me. He worried for nothing. I could get out of my bed if needed. And, I had the most AMAZING nurse on the night shift. She came and checked on my very often. I woke up about every hour and a half to two hours. And, each time I would get up and walk 2 times up and down the hallway, go to the restroom, and get back in bed. My nurse. Krystle, My amazing nurse would then come in and reattach my leg "thingies". I can't remember what they are called.

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