What the hell happened back there? (Part 4)

I've been trying to remember everything that I can from the surgery.  Just so I can get it down, and then I'm sure the memory will eventually fade.  So here's what I remember from last week.

(Note: This is Part 4.  If you want to read the previous entries, click here for part 1 or here for part 2 or here for part 3.)

Sunday, November 15
After hitting the low point on Saturday night, I was relieved when Sunday finally rolled around.  That's the best part about being down and out - you can look forward to things getting better.  Dad and Jan were there at 9am, and working to get me moved into a private room.  My nurse Sunday was Pat - who I wasn't sure of at first, but then she quickly grew on me.  Pat is like the old Chinese grandmother I never had.  She was very sweet - called my abdominal scar my "baby", and called my foobies "the twins" or "twin A" and "twin B".

First up on the list of things to do Sunday was get moving.  Dad, Jan, Ian, and Pat helped me slowly get out of bed and into a chair.  I sat for a few minutes, and then wanted to get back into bed.  Then, after determining that I could move a bit, they decided it would be okay for me to go to my private room.

So around 11am, right when Hilary showed up for a visit, I got out of bed, sat in a wheelie chair, and was pushed down the hall to my new room.  Dad spent a lot of time making sure I got a nice room, with a good view of the Santa Claus parade happening that afternoon.  Too bad I wasn't able to see any of it though - once I got into the bed in my room, I was exhausted and slept for a couple hours.  I think my friends and family were able to watch a bit of the parade though.

I started to feel better on Sunday.  I was in a better mood, and felt more capable of dealing with what was happening to me.  I was thrilled to be in my own room - it was so much more quiet than the step-down unit.  By this time I was eating jello and broth, which was a nice diversion from just plain water.

Ansley, Mike, Ian and Kinnon were hanging out with me late Sunday.  I remember feeling a bit tired and overwhelmed from so much action.  I tried to explain a bit of what I was feeling, but I don't think I did such a good job.  I wanted to share how hard it was, but without alarming anyone.  I also remember thinking that I did not want to have a baby anytime soon - I've had more than enough physical pain and medical stuff for a while.

Eventually everyone left, and Ansley and I watched "The Amazing Race" on my little TV.  A small thing, but really cool.  Made me feel slightly normal. 

After everyone was gone, I was alone in my room.  The silence was refreshing.  I had my iPod Touch, and was able to play a few songs on it, which made me feel fantastic.  Hearing a good song can lift up your mood so quickly.  I really was starting to feel like I could handle all this, and that things would be okay.  I hit my morphine button for a small dose, and then fell asleep.  And I slept so well that night.

(to be continued)