I had enough issues with the IV across my wrist that they ended up strapping my hand to a board. Good times, good times.
I only remember one visit after having my appendix out. My mother brought pizza. I love her.
I wanted them to come back and get me, but they didn't, so I packed my shit up and left without my meds. It was ten years before I told my mother I was never discharged.
After my surgery, I begged them to get rid of the catheter, which they did as soon as I was in my room. I didn't need it, anyway. I think I remember them taking out the breathing tube in the recovery room (ugh), but really don't recall anything else there.
My boss is letting me go home at 2:30--yay!
After my surgery I felt like i needed to pee, but my friend who is a Dr. was there in recovery and he wouldn't leave for them and I was DAMN SURE not peeing in a bedpan with him around. According to him, I am sassy coming out of the anaesthesia.
Grace was actually extremely angry. And she is strong. the recovery staff wanted us to deal. She smacked/punched Katie so hard that there was an audible gasp among the staff. They tell us kids this age always do this.
She is okay. Admitted just to be observed. They did do the laryngotomy and dilation and it went well. The doc says they will probably do it a couple more times and then maybe the trache can come out..
Matt is just confused when he comes out, and asks the same questions over and over
I remember reading one of the Harry Potter books to CJ when he was in the recovery room. I was asked by a couple other families if I wouldn't mind reading louder as it seemed to calm all the kids.
I still can't find my pink beads. I am pretty good about keeping all my materials in one place, but a whole set of beads and focus crystals have gone poof. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
According to him, I am sassy coming out of the anaesthesia.
So no personality change at all!
Good news about Grace!
I was groggy when I woke up from my wisdom teeth extraction, but in good humor - I remember thinking it was funny that the oral surgeon could correctly understand my muffled attempts at communication while it just sounded like a bunch of consonant-free moans to my mom.
Was a bit less laid back earlier when I woke up during the surgery, but I managed to draw their attention once the tools were out of my mouth and then it was back off to Misty Magic Land with a fresh dose of anesthesia.
That's good news! Sorry K got a smack.
I woke up in a foul mood and it hasn't gotten much better today. I want a do over.