- Bring a fried chicken and potato salad to the exhausted ER crew that has to work on the Fourth of July. (I really like this idea, however, I don't think I could afford to feed the ER crew at some of the hospitals...maybe a small one in the country. Also, a person would need to research if it would even be possible to do this. If I recall correctly, my mom once packed up all of the left over cookies and cakes and pies that hadn't been touched a couple of days after Christmas a few years past and took them to the local fire department to treat those heroes only to be turned away because they could no longer accept food gifts for fear of being poisoned or some such nonsense...like my mom is a terrorist.)
- Adopt a hairstyle you know everyone will hate but that you like anyway. (Well, I did this in high school when I rocked the asymmetrical-Cyndi Lauper-do with the rat tail. However, as an adult I may very well consider this in the coming decade. I think I would love to have a pink mohawk!!)
- Grow at least three Victorian flowers - like peonies, phlox, and foxglove - to make a lovely nosegay. (I think I would need to take a much smaller baby step and start with trying to grow a single plant that does not die or require being rescued by my mother...)
- Look up the definition of "nosegay" and use it in a sentence. (Ok, here goes... "I'm certain that Sara will carry a lovely nosegay at her wedding.")
- Learn the names and at least one tradition of the Native Americans that originally lived near your home. (I am so up for this one...although I'm not certain if learning to play Bingo at the Choctaw casino really counts as learning a tradition.)
- Make friends with silence and solitude without having to get sick first. (I'm actually really good with solitude and silence is something that I'm sinking into. I often times will drive to and from work without the radio on in the car. It is nice to sit and just be with your own thoughts.)
- Write a love letter that you know has the power to change someone's life. (In general I need to start writing more letters, and yes I've been saying that since I was probably 8. In my opinion, a love letter does not have to be to a 'lover' but can be to anyone to whom you wish to express your love to, for example a parent, sibling, friend.)
- Burn a CD with music you want played at your wake or funeral; baffle generations to come by including the rap song "I Like Big Butts". (I'm starting on this today!!)
- Cry in the rain. (Duh.... I've cried in the rain, in the sun, in the fog, in the snow, and in probably every other type of weather...)
- Accept your luminous, inimitable talents. (I'm trying really hard to do this.)
Friday, October 19, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
8:00 AM - Drop Leo off at Doggie Daycare, where he was to spend the night as I really didn't think I would be up for taking care of him post surgery.
9:30 AM - My friend, Jennifer picks me up and takes me to surgical center.
10:00 AM - Fill out all the paperwork and start waiting.... Jennifer leaves her name and number for them to call when it is time to pick me up as had been arranged.
10:30 AM - Nurses take me back to the ward and have me get undressed. They do a pregnancy test on me, even though I swear to them that there is no chance that I would be pregnant, but rules are rules. I then undress, put on the fun gown, and crawl into bed. I have an IV put in and the nurses let me know to hollar if I need anything. I am the ONLY patient that they have at this time, so I got lots of attention. Luckily, I had a book with me and I started to read. Nurse comes by to let me know that the pregnancy test was negative...duh.
11:15ish AM - The surgeon arrives and we chat for a bit while we await the anesthesiologist.
11:30 AM - The anesthesiologist arrives and we get things started. It is at this time that everything just goes fuzzy..... I am out before they get me rolled off the ward. I wake up, sorta, as they are finishing up the surgery and removing all of the monitors. I guess I helped them move me from the surgery table back to the gurney because next thing I remember is I'm back in the recovery area.
The nurses bring Jennifer back, letting her know to not be concerned if there are a bunch of nurses around me as again, I'm the only person on the ward. The nurses were very chatty and gave Jennifer all my instructions and some ice packs and a prescription for Vicodin to get filled. After a couple of minutes I decide that I'm taking up too much of Jennifer's time and decide that I'm ready to leave....plus I was ready to put some clothes on. I vaguely remember talking to the nurses about Sonic ice and how Sonic has the best ice, but I think that was in reference to the ice packs.
They wheel me out and Jennifer takes me to a CVS to get my prescription filled. She then takes me home. Jennifer asks if I'm okay to be on my own and I assure her that I'm good. I'm going to get a little work done and then crash. I do actually do some work as I had a document that I needed to get delivered to the customer, which I did, although I'm not certain of the shape that the document was in. I think I IM'ed one of my coworkers a little to check to make certain that he was okay on his own....not that I really would have been a whole lot of help, but I was willing. I then ate some ice cream and crashed on the couch.
I woke up later have a coughing fit, which I've been cursed with for a couple of weeks. However, I decided that I was hungry. I had some tomato soup in the fridge, so I decided to heat that up for lunch/dinner. I also remembered that I had a Pillsbury bread dough in a can and I decided to bake bread. Yes, I'm coming off of anesthesia and have started taking some Vicodin and decide that I need to bake bread. Mind you, the bread turned out fine and luckily the OCD in me made certain that all the burners were turned off, but I look back and think to myself "what were you thinking".
I later wandered into the bedroom and fell asleep in the bed waking up a time or two due to coughing...and I vaguely remember reading my book at like 4:00 in the morning.
Needless to say, I haven't touched the Vicodin since Saturday. I have an almost full prescription and 2 refills...what are the odds that I'll actually need anymore?