Guilty of BUI (Blogging under the influence)

Surgery Day was yesterday.

I had to get there at 10:45, one hour before surgery.  Surgery was at 11:45.  Naturally I didnt walk the plank to the OR until 12:50.  I was starving.

My sister knew the nursing staff, from her nursing job in the ER, so I think it helped me get some extra love.

Surgery was over around 2pm.  I remember hearing the nurses, waking up, breathing, Fuck this hurts, and quickly went into the hyperventilation cry.  I got an 3 extra shots of pain meds in my IV.  Which I appreciate.  My oxygen was low, and I was hooked up to oxygen. Because my sister is an ER nurse, I think that's why I just sat there in recovery for over an hour before they let her back.

They finally let her back and I was flying high.  I decided now was a perfect time to tell the nurse that my sister was the Nurse of the Year at the hospital, and that Im certain she would autograph her arm if she wanted.  It wasnt long before word spread and her friends came up and were congratulating her.  It was hilarious, and Im pretty sure she wanted to kill me.

 Everything was fine, then I had to get dressed.  I was so hot from all the blankets.  Then things went south quick. I started getting that Im going to puke sweat.  Then my sister tells... "not nurse of the year" that Im nauseous.  She says she will get me a a soda.  She hands me a can of soda, a package of cookies, tells my sister to get the car.  I get wheeled out in like 60 seconds with my soda and cookies in hand and Im about to puke.  After about an hour, the puke feeling wore off and I was feeling good. So good in fact that I couldnt believe it.  My husband got home and he couldnt believe it.  So far, there is no comparison between this surgery and the last one.  The last one was awful. As we near 24 hours past surgery, the pain is increasing, but I dont feel like death.  So I'll take it.

My RE told my sister I had two fibroids, some mild endo developed since my last surgery, and inside the ute... she was unable to see.  Unfortunately I was bleeding heavily at the time of surgery, so the ute looked like a shark bite through the camera, but she said she cleaned it all out so if there was anything there, it's gone now.

I'll be drugged up these next few days and I think I have moments of pure genius while I'm under the influence.  So enjoy yourself these next few days.