Bellyaching
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ciroccojGet it? Bellyaching? Oh, I kill me sometimes.
Finally got around to HotSync'ing the Palm entries from my stay in the hospital. I'm pleasantly surprised - other than a few spelling mistakes, it's not too bad in terms of the overall gibberish/coherency ratio. Not much worse than usual, that is.
February 27, 9:30
Well, here goes. Not sure how much I'll be able to type before the battery goes - the Palm's and mine.
It's about 9:30 the day after surgery, and I'm doing better than I thought I would. I'm sitting up, although that's getting a little uncomfortable, and I've only got an IV in. Getting a lot of fluid pumped in - just saline though, AFAIK. Apparently I didn't need a transfusion yesterday.
The surgery went well, got a bikini incision instead of a vertical, which was a pleasant surprise to wake up to. I was hellishly nauseated afterwards, which was a real joy with stitches in my abdomen. But I'm not feeling nearly as nauseated now. Not much pain, either - just general soreness. I'm told the pain'll kick in in the next day or so, so that's something to look forward to. Although I have to say, from my pre-pain POV, that most of the time I'll take pain over nausea. We'll see how I feel about that tomorrow.
Going back to bed. Too tired to keep sitting.
Well that was cute. While I was saving this file a nurse came in and looked around the room. She said they were doing a security exercise (somebody had been yammering "Exercise Code Noir Exercise Code Black" overhead for a few minutes). I asked her if I could do anything and she said, Did you see anybody come in here with a pretend bomb?
Uh, no.
2:30pm
Doing OK, probably out Sunday. I'll also probably get the staples out Sunday too, instead of having to come back in a week. GyneGuy says I'm doing remarkably well for somebody who just had major surgery yesterday. Go general overall health - at least I only have to deal with the surgery - not surgery + obesity + heart condition + diabetes + emphysema + etc.
And boy, am I glad that I read ahead for school. Instead of sitting here worrying about how far behind I'm getting with every hour that I don't read, I'm catching up on American Gods and not stressing much. Chris warned me that even if I could read, I probably wouldn't retain much, so doing my school stuff right now would be a waste of time. I don't think so - I think I'm retaining AG pretty well - but I'd rather have to re-read AG than another crop case any day.
Unless it's an X-Files crop circle case. That would probably be cool.
5:10pm
Funny thing last night, in the midst of the nausea and lethargy of post-op. The nurses kept muttering to each other "Yes, I know, she's pretty... pale." "Has she been like this the whole time?" "No, actually, she's doing much better."
Chris says I giggled every time one of them mentioned it. It's my party trick, you see. I freak out medical personnel with my extreme pallor. I look like death just barely warmed over - you know, death that you just put into the microwave and pressed "defrost" on, and then pressed "stop".
It's a gift. I don't own it.
Post-op follow-up to that last entry. Found out just yesterday (GO loss of short-term traumatic memory!) that I was apparently not well at all post-op. I remember nurses worrying about my sheet-white face and nausea, but I only remember heaving a couple of times - a very, very, unpleasant experience, since I felt every staple being pulled. I also remember being hellishly itchy, but it's kind of a vague memory.
Chris says that apparently, I was heaving continuously for the first couple of hours, pale as a ghost, and scratching my face raw. All of which concerned the nurses because hey, pallor, itchiness, and nausea? Could be anaphylactic shock.
They eventually dosed me with enough Gravol to knock me right out for a couple of hours. Bless them. Then when I came to again, they started the cornucopia of pharmaceuticals trying to steady me. I remember all sorts of medication being discussed and tried (anti-psychotics, for one, and Nubane, for another), and I remember vaguely thinking that whatever they gave me would be nice if it just stopped the spinning - I would've cheerfully taken testosterone, arsenic, or newt-spit by that point. Don't remember what finally worked, but I know I was in post-op until at least 9 or 10pm, even though my room had been ready and waiting for me since 5 or so.
I also remember the orderly who finally took me up to my room was the nicest person I have ever met on this earth, because he wheeled my bed up there veeery sloooowly, and warned me whenever we went around corners. Bless him and all his children forever'n'ever. Sharp contrast from the lunatic who took me up to the floor when I was admitted back in September, who rushed me up and around corners like he was competing in the Indy 500. And when I got to the floor, nice nurses settled me in. Not frigging Nurse Ratched like last time, who responded to my utter disorientation and panicked nausea with a brusque, "ReLAX!"
Anyway, enough sicktalk. Here's a meme gakked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
medee6040:
Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema.
"I don't care. If it doesn't rhyme, it isn't
a poem."
You are a type A personality. You like bright
things, you don't call in sick to work, and you
have devastating opinions about art.
Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?
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Finally got around to HotSync'ing the Palm entries from my stay in the hospital. I'm pleasantly surprised - other than a few spelling mistakes, it's not too bad in terms of the overall gibberish/coherency ratio. Not much worse than usual, that is.
February 27, 9:30
Well, here goes. Not sure how much I'll be able to type before the battery goes - the Palm's and mine.
It's about 9:30 the day after surgery, and I'm doing better than I thought I would. I'm sitting up, although that's getting a little uncomfortable, and I've only got an IV in. Getting a lot of fluid pumped in - just saline though, AFAIK. Apparently I didn't need a transfusion yesterday.
The surgery went well, got a bikini incision instead of a vertical, which was a pleasant surprise to wake up to. I was hellishly nauseated afterwards, which was a real joy with stitches in my abdomen. But I'm not feeling nearly as nauseated now. Not much pain, either - just general soreness. I'm told the pain'll kick in in the next day or so, so that's something to look forward to. Although I have to say, from my pre-pain POV, that most of the time I'll take pain over nausea. We'll see how I feel about that tomorrow.
Going back to bed. Too tired to keep sitting.
Well that was cute. While I was saving this file a nurse came in and looked around the room. She said they were doing a security exercise (somebody had been yammering "Exercise Code Noir Exercise Code Black" overhead for a few minutes). I asked her if I could do anything and she said, Did you see anybody come in here with a pretend bomb?
Uh, no.
2:30pm
Doing OK, probably out Sunday. I'll also probably get the staples out Sunday too, instead of having to come back in a week. GyneGuy says I'm doing remarkably well for somebody who just had major surgery yesterday. Go general overall health - at least I only have to deal with the surgery - not surgery + obesity + heart condition + diabetes + emphysema + etc.
And boy, am I glad that I read ahead for school. Instead of sitting here worrying about how far behind I'm getting with every hour that I don't read, I'm catching up on American Gods and not stressing much. Chris warned me that even if I could read, I probably wouldn't retain much, so doing my school stuff right now would be a waste of time. I don't think so - I think I'm retaining AG pretty well - but I'd rather have to re-read AG than another crop case any day.
Unless it's an X-Files crop circle case. That would probably be cool.
5:10pm
Funny thing last night, in the midst of the nausea and lethargy of post-op. The nurses kept muttering to each other "Yes, I know, she's pretty... pale." "Has she been like this the whole time?" "No, actually, she's doing much better."
Chris says I giggled every time one of them mentioned it. It's my party trick, you see. I freak out medical personnel with my extreme pallor. I look like death just barely warmed over - you know, death that you just put into the microwave and pressed "defrost" on, and then pressed "stop".
It's a gift. I don't own it.
Post-op follow-up to that last entry. Found out just yesterday (GO loss of short-term traumatic memory!) that I was apparently not well at all post-op. I remember nurses worrying about my sheet-white face and nausea, but I only remember heaving a couple of times - a very, very, unpleasant experience, since I felt every staple being pulled. I also remember being hellishly itchy, but it's kind of a vague memory.
Chris says that apparently, I was heaving continuously for the first couple of hours, pale as a ghost, and scratching my face raw. All of which concerned the nurses because hey, pallor, itchiness, and nausea? Could be anaphylactic shock.
They eventually dosed me with enough Gravol to knock me right out for a couple of hours. Bless them. Then when I came to again, they started the cornucopia of pharmaceuticals trying to steady me. I remember all sorts of medication being discussed and tried (anti-psychotics, for one, and Nubane, for another), and I remember vaguely thinking that whatever they gave me would be nice if it just stopped the spinning - I would've cheerfully taken testosterone, arsenic, or newt-spit by that point. Don't remember what finally worked, but I know I was in post-op until at least 9 or 10pm, even though my room had been ready and waiting for me since 5 or so.
I also remember the orderly who finally took me up to my room was the nicest person I have ever met on this earth, because he wheeled my bed up there veeery sloooowly, and warned me whenever we went around corners. Bless him and all his children forever'n'ever. Sharp contrast from the lunatic who took me up to the floor when I was admitted back in September, who rushed me up and around corners like he was competing in the Indy 500. And when I got to the floor, nice nurses settled me in. Not frigging Nurse Ratched like last time, who responded to my utter disorientation and panicked nausea with a brusque, "ReLAX!"
Anyway, enough sicktalk. Here's a meme gakked from
medee6040:Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema.
"I don't care. If it doesn't rhyme, it isn't
a poem."
You are a type A personality. You like bright
things, you don't call in sick to work, and you
have devastating opinions about art.
Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
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Date: 2004-03-02 10:03 am (UTC)Hee! Do I know that feeling! I'm so glad to know you're doing well. They've definitely left your sense of the absurd completely intact.
xoxox
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Date: 2004-03-02 10:08 am (UTC)I bow before your patience and ability to keep your sense of humor intact in the face of all kinds of not-so-pleasant things.
::admires you::
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Date: 2004-03-02 10:32 am (UTC)