my first time

Yesterday, June 16, 2010, marked the first time I ever went under the knife. It was a long overdue process that I wish had gone better. First things first, it's over and done with and I'm as alive as I can be right now so I guess that's all that truly matters. But as far as how I feel goes, I feel like crap. I do not recommend adult tonsillectomies to anyone. Sure they give you better drugs, but what good is it if those drugs make you feel nauseous? And I'm sure a diet consisting of popsicles and ice cream would have titillated my appetite far more as a child than right now. I absolutely HATE smelling delicious food right now, and I'm desperate- delicious food=ANYTHING BESIDES FLAVORED ICE OR YOGURT. I can't even keep my mashed potatoes down so how am I supposed to satiate my appetite? I mean, technically I don't have an appetite since all I feel is nausea and dehydration. But it hurts to swallow, it's really quite painful to say the least. And looking at my arms all bruised up is not a comforting view. They missed my veins THREE times when trying to stick the IV in me. It was my worst fear confirmed. A) I had a fresh nurse that was transfered to that ward this week only [lucky me], B) The second prick felt like he was scaling the inside of my right hand with the catheter and produced no results, and C) the other nurse went against her instincts and got the IV started but the pain would not subside. And I find it funny that they waited till 3 fuck ups before bringing in the anesthesiologist nurse, who got it on the FIRST time and didn't even do it in my AC. Thanks lady, you offset the other nurses incompetence. Anyhow, after breathing in really deeply- I do not remember a thing thank the Lord- and then I woke up freezing in the PAC-U. MY nurse was nice, she asked me if I was "mixed" and kept telling everyone I was a really nice patient. Her bedside manner was far more developed than almost anyone else I encountered. Which makes me more motivated to be that ultra friendly nurse that makes your trip a little less scary, unpleasant, or horrible.. whatever the case may be.

And as far as recovery goes, I haven't been able to keep anything down yet because of the aftermath of the anesthesia, but hopefully I'll stop upchucking soon. And Percocet makes me itchy as fuck. I feel like a dirty dog with fleas, and now I understand why dogs look so euphoric while scratching. It sure does feel good.
The only things that really suck (besides not being able to eat or drink) is a)answering the phone and taking a survey from the Lieutenant, b) having to write down everything because i can't talk c) isolation, but I really don't want people to see me suffer.

I also sleep like half the day, which I'm sure isn't going to help me adjust back to my work schedule.

Anyways, these are the things I wish I could bitch about verbally but at the same time am glad I cannot convey to the people around me because they'd probably pity me even more. And who needs a pity party?