I had my tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy Monday morning. The surgery went smoothly from what I’ve been told. I had a major freak out upon waking up though… I attempted to get out of bed to find painkillers. I remember waking and feeling fine then a horrid pain began. The nurse told me the IV was pain medication and that I must wait until the doctor came for anything stronger. Well, I got impatient. I waited for what felt like 30 (possibly a mere 10) minutes in agony until I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up, snatched off the heart rate monitor, and knock something loudly to floor all while failing to get out of bed. It was rather silly now that I think about it, but we do strange things when in pain. The outcome was successful. The doctor quickly slipped me a shot into the IV and I was floating. I remember saying, “Well, that’s nice.”
I was wheeling back into my room where I quickly gathered the necessities… you know wifi password. Wifi was a godsend. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. I don’t know how people survive extended stays in the hospital without some sort of normalcy. Because with all the drugs they pumped into my system no books were being read.
I spend most days wishing I could lay in bed doing absolutely nothing. Now that I have had surgery that is all I can do and I want none of it. Each day this week I’ve watched a complete season of a different series. Do you know how mind numbing that is? Well, it sounds quite wonderful when you have to work or go to the University. A lovely alternative. Except now. I just want to drink a glass of wine and take a hot bubble bath. Ugh! Recovery is a literal pain in the neck.
Edit: This post was created 5 February 2016.