Day two

Patricia and Monica came in this morning to give me the skinny on what was done for surgery. Morphine makes memories blurry. I got out of bed today. They had to put my family of tubes on the rack, unhook me from the wall pumps, but I walked! Wow did it hurt. Click, click, click...morphine pump. My first walk was out my room and about 15 feet down the hall.

I still have the damn NG tube up my nose and it is driving me crazy that I can't drink any water at all. Before surgery I used to have to drink so much water to keep up with this cyst and breastfeeding. Now all I can have is this funky little sponge on a lollipop stick to swab my mouth out with. I have no spit, probably due to the drugs. I had a double bag on my IV for fluids overnight since my output wasn't good enough. Funny to see the nurses empting my catheter bag with a little measuring cup and running it to the restroom. They say I can probably have liquids on Thursday. This is very frustrating to me.

Here is a pic of me! Aren't I gorgeous?


My primary nurse, Starr, is a real doll. Doesn't put up with too much shit, but still has a sense of humor instead of the inevitable bland, nice, in-one-ear-out-the-other attitude. Keeps me a little more sane. Nice to have someone you like who has to give you tylenol suppositories.
Mom and Mike cam to visit today and brought a nice holiday arrangement. Everyone said it smelled wonderful...unfortunately I couldn't smell it because of the damn tube up my nose. They told me that Isaac was getting a cold or allergies so I asked Mom if she could take him home with her.
The day was a blur of walks, meds, vital taking, catheter emptying...etc.
But tomorrow I should be able to drink water! Shh, don't tell anyone, I have already been taking small sips all day! Hahahaha!