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Thinking because texting isn’t the easiest thing to do right now - use computer to do blanket statement.
The thing is I have wear glasses. And be awake for putting my thottie thoughts (heard it in preop, wrote it down, apparently talked candidly about thots and whoreos - wanted to use it. I’ve done that now. Not well but sometimes checking the box anyway possible is best.)
If you haven’t heard, I made it to the other side of surgery. I am an excellent, proactive, low maintenance patient (maybe don’t confirm those specific details with the pre op assessment team/department?)
They did everything they wanted to & were able to make some changes/assessments throughout & barring starkly contrasting from initial pathology results. Alls should be textbook healing from here. Some spine pressure things came up but I don’t have anything to share (that I remember).
Staples all 30 of them come out tomorrow, we will also see if ima need that plastics referral.
I’ve learned a lot while recovering these past 20 days. I thought I’d share some of this nuggeys with you all:
Dilouded makes me hallucinate & hear music in my head. And the WEIRDEST dreams ever. I’m a talker (yup even in sleep) and the things I woke up talking about… fucking weird.
If the pharmacist CVS in town has an unplanned/uncovered absence, there 888 dial a pharma. These people are pharmacists without a steady home and if my interaction with the rent an Rx’r on Wednesday in an attempt to procure pain medication is any indication, there’s a reason no one wants them. They’re in a pool of tactless, work processless, apathetic cohorts. Also, yeah I’ve been frequenting this particular CVS since it was a brooks in 1991. Shut up & do your one job, which is count my pills and send me on my way. It wasn’t my finest moment. By no means my worst but there was banging on the plexi, a look lady (to which she said I’m not a lady I’m a pharmacist. Alright ) a display of the past 4 hours since this person careened themselves into my care stream. Susan heard something that sounded not awesome so she came over from the card aisle to diffuse and redirect the interaction. A few tense mean mugging moments later, we were off morphine in hand.
The temporal area of your skull/cranium/head has little muscles that these geniuses cut into. Making chewing a painful and uncomfortable sensation. That, however will not keep my from eating a freshly made neighbor brownie, it might limit the quantity but when they’re THAT good a little goes a long way.
I bend over enough that my butt should be lifted more. I know this because I currently cannot bend, twist, turn, put my head below my heart. Shit takes a REAL long time right now.
I love downton and have almost finished it for another time through. Wicked happy Amazon didn’t go through with their pulling of that of the streams.
I live on the best street in town. My neighbors have provided meals for my family because they’re all very busy listening for the bells.
I didn’t want to be this person. Because once it goes back I will be the other person who don’t want to be as well. But here I am. I miss exercising. I won’t go on. Less words to eat.
I have been overwhelmed by the cards & flowers received (though The little helps by changing out their fresh flower arrangement, daily).
The text massages that have gone unreplied to, I’m sorry I’ve read them as best I can, I usually fall asleep before I can write back OR they’ve made me emotional and I can’t cry and see my phone right now. You’d be surprised at how easily I cry.
Other things I’ve learned that will not get context (I say that now but I bet there’s one or two diatribes hiding in them there “discoveries”:
The residual emotions from such a stressful lead up & tough recovery, are high. Doesn’t make me sorry for planning my services, doing an I could die family photo shoot or eating any of the cake.
I miss not sleeping at night
I love sleeping all day
Sleeping poolside doesn’t suck, being in the shade constantly is a big job though.
Knowing how bound up opiates got me for (TEN)days later, will be among other obvious reasons (not wanting to die, being a fan of my teeth & my desire to not be a statistic) why I will not become an addict of those.
Pretty sure we need to replace our mattress.
I wouldn’t freeze all of the things off without a heated blanket.
I take A LOT of 💊 vitamins & supplements. Like a lot. Too many!m? No? Standby I’ve emailed my nutritionist & primary to review.
I miss driving.
I have the best husband for me. (He got me a bunch of Post Malone swag - this is his reason for making this list. I’ve known he was my 🦞 before he did, which is why I had to do the chasing and corralling. But with respect to how he just crushes his place on all the lists, no matter what particular bucket of crazy I happen to toss his way, he’s here for it. He’s all in. Turns out he’s real serious about all sickness & health, good & bad part of things we talked about almost 7 years ago.
My child was brought to life by my mothers sheer desire for my just desserts. Apparently I was a goal crushing, rule discarding, vocal child - early and often.
In closing, if you’ve sent a prayer, good thought, updated voodoo doll of me, sent a text, fb message or “foxed” me (this reference is now send a crow or bird of some kind, since the whole GoT thing - though I will always use “fox” them in reference to Men in Tights (Tight tights)). I thank you. I can say the positive powers that day helped my surgical team, family & me through a very steep climb. When I was asked if I had any requests before being put under, I asked that we all pray a prayer together, like eyes closed no hand holding just words sending up & out to whom ever you send things like this out to. I also had a Joseph statue stuffed in my johnnie because my dad told me to bring it into the OR with me and they’d taken doddie & my post pillow so drastic measures had to be taken.
I anticipate as I begin all the follow ups this wee that updates won’t be as long in coming but they may be due to sleep. 🤷♀️
