Was I good patient? For the most part, until coming out of general anesthesia that is. I have never dealt well with that in the past, and did not today either. Because the pain level was sitting at a 10 and was not simmering down at all, I was swearing and cranky as hell. I later apologized to the nurse, who told me during my colorful description of my pain,( and fear that the doctor was not going to send me home with anything to help-his track record) that language of this kind was not appreciated. Umm...none had been directed at her, but I took her hand and sincerely apologized later. That was when she mentioned general anesthesia and how some people react...duh.
I had waited an additional 3 hours to begin, there were 2 emergency surgeries that came before mine. Twilight anesthesia was not possible ( and I was so damned disappointed) because of the location of the incisions. There was a lovely parting gift of two colorful pictures, one of the gallbladder whole, one after it was cut open. Errr..gross..but there were lots of stones spilled over and coming out on picture #2. I shuffled around the floor, passed Go, and was then free to leave.
I am really hoping that I will heal quickly and be bad to my old self (minus pain) in short time.
For the moment Percocet is my friend. Melinda has been an angel, and even managed to get my car from the parking lot to the hospital exit without incident. This was done with only verbal instruction, and I gave her a Big thumbs up for her success. A block away from the hospital I had to take over, she was not ready for city traffic. Was not supposed to do this, but it had to be done, and we both survived the trip to the pharmacy and return home.
Hugs to all, thank you for the well wishes.
k
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Did you bring the stones home to put in the garden? Must be something that can be done with them to make them worth it! Maybe a pair of earrings? lol Big hugs! Glad you are doing better!
Vicki
I've got some gross looking pictures! Lol..will try to post them later today. Hugs. Sleep now..sounds good.
I hadn't driven a stick shift in more than 15 years! Scared that I would cause an accident. Grateful that Kelly was able to drive.
She was a trooper!
Love, Mel
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