It's been a week since my surgery and I'm pissed. Nobody told me about this part. Nobody told me how I can't do ANYTHING by myself including showering, going to the bathroom, walking, etc. Nobody told me that every part of the day would be spent in pain. I knew there would be a recovery, but I thought it would be like if I stayed in bed and kept up on my meds I'd feel fine and be able to do stuff. I can't even get a full nights sleep! Every two hours my mom has to come turn me over because I can't stay in the same position for too long. My poor mom. Nobody told me how much this would suck.
Archive for June 2011
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The Night Before
So it's 1 am the night before my surgery. Every time I look down I see the hospital bracelet I received when I had my blood drawn today. Up to this point the surgery seemed to be happening to someone else, but the bracelet serves as a reminder that that no, this is actually happening to me. It still doesn't feel like a big deal. If I heard of someone else getting this surgery, though, I'd be horrified for them. This is just something I have to do, and I will be relieved when it's over. I just keep thinking that 24 hours from now it will be over. There will be pain and discomfort, but all the terrifying stuff will be over. I report at 12:15 tomorrow afternoon. I should probably try and sleep now. Hopefully I am able to post soon.