It's Done - Hope It Was Worth It
From the last three surgeries I've had since December 2007, this has been by far the worst. Part of the reason is the hospital and partly because I had a very bad reaction to the anesthesia this time, first time ever. Maybe it was the combination of things, the I.V. had Prednisone and Antibiotic in it. Then I got a fair shot of morphine and a couple of hours later two Percocet. Let's just say that the plastic bag they gave me for the trip home came in very handy and a bucket was by my bedside all night. Not a sip of water stayed down my throat.
It didn't start well either. I was given a check in time of 11 AM and arrived promptly. I changed into a flimsy hospital gown, got hooked up to the I.V. and was directed to sit in a very uncomfortable chair. Compared to the other hospitals (the previous three were all different hospitals) were they had very comfortable recliners and you were immediately covered in a warm blanket, this was maybe a one star joint. After a two hour wait my husband finally told someone I was freezing and they finally brought me a blanket.
At 1:30 I went into the O.R. but my surgeon was no where to be seen. Only his assistants who kept the conversation flowing until the good doctor arrived. Things got underway just before two and around five I awoke again.
I have decided that this hospital has the most unhappy nurses. I thought that when my Mom was there for seven weeks when they tried to put the blame on me. They said at the time, I was too intense. But now having other experience I believe that this particular hospital can't be a good workplace. What you don't need when you wake up is someone crabby and that's what I got. Sadly it is our only real neighbourhood hospital but my husband knows that if push comes to shove, never to take me there. This time I went because of the surgeon. I hope I got it right and the foot does well.
Meanwhile, I'm just chillin out and a little drugged out. I sure hope they get those wires out painlessly, I'm already worried...