I have been lounging in a chair, all afternoon. My feet were propped up for the past few hours. I was reading ‘Chicken Soup For My Soul’.
This morning I felt opposite to what i was feeling now; my head hurt, my eyes, I was nauseous and my wound ached a bit. I felt like an half baked kind of hell.
The previous days were not so bad. I slept most of the time because of the anaesthetic, but I woke each time a nurse came to bathe me, check my blood pressure, poke me in the butt with pain killer, changed my IV, stick me in the arm with more meds and believe me, there was a different nurse for each activity. They were consistent around the clock.
The removal of my catheter was especially memorable. It was interesting to see a long tube being removed from my insides. It was a more novel experience to feel it coming out. I am certain a chunk of my dignity is lost after this; something I am often told about by women after child birth.
St. Joseph’s wasn’t bad at all. My nurses were caring, friendly and for the most part attentive; with the exception of those on my final night, they preferred gossiping to addressing the plight of my insomnia. I am a light sleeper, even coming out of surgery under the meds. I woke to see each nurse and thank them for taking care of me.
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