Now I'm A Seasick Sailor on a Ship of Noise*

I wrote a post from my phone last night and tried to send it, and it failed to post, so I will post that below.

I am home from the hospital, snuggled into the soft sheets in our guest bed. (The bed in Husband and my room is too tall for me to climb into at the moment.)

Do you want to know where an unfortunate place to watch a highly emotional medical drama is? Sitting in a hospital bed, that's where. OH, writer's of Grey's Anatomy, WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING to leave us hanging like that?

Oh, Shonda, Shonda, Shonda...you are a wicked woman.

Also, I need to share that as I was wheeled into the OR, hopped up Versed and who knows what else, I said, loudly, to the orderly who was wheeling me around, "this place looks NOTHING like the set from Grey's Anatomy", at which point the anesthesiologist said, "you need to breathe in some more of this, okay?" and that's the last thing I remember until I was waking up in the recovery room and somewhere a child was crying and I said, "I have to get up and get my daughter" and the nurse said, "I don't think so."

After the surgery, I had wicked, wicked nausea, and I was terrified that throwing up would hurt like a b***h, which has basically been the worst thing so far about this entire surgical experience.

Here is the post I wrote last night:

I am typing this on my phone from my hospital bed, so please excuse any typos.

The surgery went well. My broken uterus was successfully evicted, laproscopically, thank goodness.

The morphine pump coupled with a night filled with thunderstorms made for a weird, weird night. I was having some trouble with the oxygen levels in my blood (I think that was the problem), so I had a tube going into my nose delivering O2 and it was hurting me. It made it hard to sleep. (Also the morphine gave me the sensation of falling asleep and that hours and hours had passed, when, in fact, only a few minutes had passed. Anyone else have the experience with morphine?)

This morning, I had nausea, dizziness, and general feelings of wretchedness, coupled with chills and sweats. Big fun.

My doctor arrived and prescribed something magical, namely Zofran + Vicaden. Things have been looking up since then.

After I wrote that, I had even more nausea, and the doctor ordered even more Zofran for me. And I've been taking Motrin instead of Vicaden, because the narcotics just make me feel worse than the pain from the surgery does...

Oh well - two weeks of forced lying in bed are in front of me. Tell me, oh wise Internets - what should I read and/or watch?

LM


*Beck, Nausea