bitterdiva

Back home

Well, I successfully made it through my surgery - 4 incisions, a bad gallbladder, and a couple of gallstones the size of quarters later. It's amazing how many people have sent me well wishes and flowers. Including my coworkers in both departments. That trully made me feel better.

Notes on my hospital stay:
1. nurses really don't allow more than 5 hours of sleep - I was constantly interrupted to get my vitals taken every hour from 10pm to 1:30 am. Then I was woken up around 6 am to get blood drawn. This was Monday night. Tuesday I was feeling ill so I passed out around 10 and was woken up around 1:30 to get vitals taken, I couldn't complain because the tech informed me how to get the remaining gas moving through my system. I did manage to dutch-oven myself the next morning and gave my surgeon an unpleasant gift when he checked out the incisions. He's probably use to it.

2. Hospital food is absolutely horrible, and the staff can't get anything right. I had my gallbladder removed which means I can't really intake a lot of fat right after surgery. I had asked for salad and soup or chicken for lunch, they gave me pork with gravy. I don't even eat bloody pork, why give me something I didn't ask for. People removed items from my tray, I had creamer, but no coffee (even when listed on the form) along with no fresh fruit or banana.

3. When you're ill you really don't give a shit who's looking at what body part. I thought on sunday, should I shave certain areas and said, nah they won't be looking in at them. Well they did, and I really couldn't care because, I was in pain and doped up on Darvocet.

4. Morphine burns; it burns immensely. I don't like Morphine. I had to be administered 3 shots when the hydrocodone didn't work (which I told them it wouldn't because of the weird drug resistance my father gave me). The IV clogged so they removed it which meant shots intramuscularly. I would've done better with the morphine administered via the IV but no. I also think they would've had a much easier time drawing blood if they gave me a new IV - that whole dehydration thing. It's bad enough I have small veins, but combine it with dehydration and it's like getting blood from a rock. I'm all black and bruised.

The good thing about all of this, I get to spend a lot of time with my mother. I haven't been able to just relax with just her when she comes up or when I go home because the whole fam wants time with X.

I'm a bit upset at the fact that I told people in my frat via a group that I know a lot of my friends belong to that I was going in for surgery and none of them could give a shit about me. I realize that I'm not the best friend in the world but you can guarantee that if someone told me they had to go for surgery, I would totally be wishing them a speedy recovery. I send people e-cards and whatnot but when it comes back to me I get shit. What gets me even more is that they could go one incessantly about the fucking newsletter that when out and care more about that than about a human being. I'm done. I'm taking myself off of their lists and excommunicating them out of my life. They speak of brotherhood and togetherness but when a brother really needs someone to talk to or when they need help, they couldn't be bothered. They're self-centered assholes and I don't need that pain and aggrevation in my life.

11:44 AM

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Posted by: GZ at March 27, 2003 02:12 PM

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