Getting ready for surgery. My Mr. Clark was so good to me. He sat and held my hand the whole time. I'm glad cause I needed him, and he was there. Even though he had almost no sleep.
I've had surgery before, but this time I felt so scared and nervous. My fear was waking up to pain that was out of control. Throwing up after abdominal surgery is really bad. I've just had too much of it lately and I dare say I can't handle any more. We spent plenty of time explaining what drugs do and do not work on me. They doubled everything and I still had problems. When I'm laying in the operating room and everyone is staring at me waiting for me to fall "asleep" and nothing is happening...that didn't help my fear. Then they ask why I'm still awake and to go to sleep and I'm thinking, that's your job not mine.
They used the wrong medication and the wrong strength when I woke up so I had to face that fear. Although they did all they could to keep me from throwing up with a little patch and lots of other things in my IV and it worked. It took all day to get the pain under control, but the surgery part couldn't have gone better. I had the best nurses and of course my Mr. Clark, who made me feel better just by knowing he was with me.
I survived the whole ordeal.
Willie drove me home 3hrs and the next morning my Mom and Sis came and took care of me. I feel so lucky that they were able to do that for me. My only complaint is that they are funny and laughing and abdominal surgery aren't friends so I would try not to laugh just to end up sounding like a big weirdo.
Now on to healing.
Lets pretend that my kids are going to let me do that.
There's a better year ahead, I'm sure of it.
