Well, I had about a half an hour to get ready for the surgery, there's no wait time here really for anything. So we did all the fun tests before surgery, etc, and I got into the ever flattering hospital pjs. They took me to the operating room, which is NOTHING like I would have expected. There were two, and both doors (sliding) were left open the whole time as the nurses were going between two operations, andthere is a small two person wash stand for the doctors. I had an epidural which is not the most comfiest thing every, frick. So I was awake, and watching it on a little screen (they were using a scope for some of it, so thats what I was watching. I was in there for 2 hours.
I paid an extra 100$ for some good pain killers that went through my IV, and when I came out of surgery, and the numbness was going away I needed it. I couldn't breathe well becuase of the pain from the epidural (had to lie flat, couldn't move anything, not even my head), and the pain in my knee. I had to use a bedpan, which is so humiliating I might add. I was told to press the button when I needed the pain killer, and I did that, but it wasn't doing anything. I wasn't until over 12 hours later that they realized that it wasn't on properly, so I had just done that time with no pain killers. Frick again. After that, it was okay. I couldn't move, wasn't hungry, just laid in bed, uncomfortable, until the next day when my butt was super sore from the bed. But Icouldn't turn on my side or anything because of the whole knee issue.
After a couple days, they took away my pain medicine and my IV. I was so happy to be rid of the IV so I actually use the bathroom in my room rather than the wheelchair bathroom (I had to use a wheelchair to get around, I have a new respect for wheelchair bathrooms). But the next morning, they came in the give me my IV again becuase of the antibiotics, so i had the damned needle stuck in my arm again. First time, before the surgery, they put it on the side of my wrist, which is an awesome place because I could my my hand and wrist fairly freely. This time, my veins were hard to find, and so he put it on the underside of my wrist (like where you would cut yourself if trying to end your life), and it hurt, I couldn't move my hand, or fingers, or anything, after a couple hours, i asked them to move it. so he put it on the back of my hand. This was after several tries. Not cool. Then at the end of the night, when they were taking the IV again, he capped it so it wouldn't have to happen again. The next morning though, it wouldn't work, so we had to go through the whole ordeal again, putting it on the other hand, with the IV cord going across my body. GRR. I have a nice big bruise on my my hips from intermuscular injections too.
5 days in the hospital was bad. The food, nasty becuase it was mostly seaweed soup and fish. awesome. Thank god lucas was around to bring my fried chicken, muffins and kiwi juice (sooo good). I was discharged today at 2 and went to work at 4, though I shouldn't have, because im feeling pain and exhaustion. Back atter tomorrow.