Ouch

So, it's done. I am now a sporting model as I've heard it. On Wednesday I went and had blood work done. The idiot who did it bruised my right arm up pretty good. When I told her that it hurt coming out too, her response was, "Everyone says that." Yeah, cause she's an idiot. Despite my fair skin, I don't usually bruise unless they do something wrong. I spent most of last week trying to get stuff done before the surgery on Friday.

Mike and I woke up about 8a on Friday morning and just cuddled for an hour. I so didn't want to go to the hospital. We got there on time. Surprisingly, my blood pressure was pretty normal. I was nervous as all hell until they finally got the IV in me. I hate those things the most. I got tired of being asked about my diabetes when I don't have it. Just because I'm on a diabetic medicine doesn't mean I have the disease. I'm on it for the PCOS. In fact, when they tested my blood sugar, it was a great level. So, yeah, that's not one of my problems.

The nurses and doctors were all very nice. Once they gave me the relaxing drugs, my memory is fuzzy. I remember getting in and kind of fighting the oxygen mask but once I was out, I was out. Fortunately, I don't remember the breathing tube being taken out. Last time, I gagged on it. The pain wasn't as bad as when I had my gall bladder out (13 years ago). Dr. Giudice got the air out of me pretty well. They did give me good drugs for what pain I had (which was a decent amount). For the most part, I kept falling back to sleep.

I drank a little ginger ale but it tasted icky so I later switched to diet coke. But neither sat well in my stomach so they had to give me something for the nausea. I remember being taken to the transition room and seeing Michael again. Some nurses helped me get dressed. That was fun. Then I got the IV out (didn't feel that for once) and put in a wheel chair. The whole process only took from 10a to 5p (surgery wasn't much more than an hour with no complications). I was so damn groggy that there are gaps in my consciousness. I do remember the bumps in the hall which made my stomach go erk. And the speed bumps coming out of the parking garage. Mike says that they need to rethink those.

We got home and I went to the bathroom and allowed myself to throw up. I hadn't done it at the hospital because I was afraid they'd keep me. But I felt better afterwards. I went to bed and Michael curled up next to me. We both slept until about 10p when Jon called to see what was going on. And I made him call his mom. At 1a we woke up again and he made me some waffles (light on butter and syrup). They were yummy. I think I ended up in my office about 4or 5a cause laying flat was hurting too much. Thank God I bought the recliner over the summer. It is helping a lot.

We got up about 9a yesterday. I kept drifting in and out but finally managed to keep myself awake by playing golf with Mike. He's done a really good job of taking care of me. He told me that I have a free two week bitch pass. I asked if I could raincheck on the time I don't use. lol And that I am not allowed to do anything but rest. Yeah, we'll see how that one goes. I've already checked in with work to make sure they do a few of the things I forgot to do. lol You can force my body to rest but there is no guarantee that my mind will.

Seriously though, I am enjoying being taken care of for once. Usually it irks me to be disabled but I am going to do as I am told so that I don't get worse. But it isn't as bad as I expected. Not much worse than my most painful monthlies. So, I guess those were prep for this. Besides, they gave me good drugs. Dr. Giudice did well with the incisions. They are neat and small. Both are in the same spots as old ones -- my belly button and lower end of my appendix scar. And they are sealed over with the liquid bandage stuff. The only icky looking thing is my right temple. I look like I have a gunshot wound from where he removed my big mole. I had him remove four -- the one under my arm that had been turning black, the temple one that has been slowly getting bigger, a tag one on the corner of my right eyelid (I didn't like it being so close to my eye) and a big one on my back that was bothering Michael. None were for vanity. Hopefully they all turn out benign though Dr. Giudice didn't mention testing them.

Michael has gone to help at the store cause we have another 100+ boxes and Jon can't lift things because of his shoulder. We have permission for Mike to work since I'm out. So, at least we get to pay him for his time now. lol I tried sleeping but couldn't really. So, I thought I would update you all. I plan on being a vegetable physically but getting work done. I have so much to do. This is what I get for wishing for time to work on it all. lol