Ahh, it’s finally over. I’ll tell you… The worst part about the surgery was waking up and having to wait until 3 o’clock to get it. I was so moody from not eating or drinking (COFFEE) since midnight. Hangry = not good.
The whole entire time I was in the hospital, I realized I really liked the nursing staff and everyone was genuinely nice and goofy. There was a Jamaican girl who made me laugh my butt off and a head nurse I immediately clicked with because we both (sadly) bell-trained our dogs to go “pee pee”. Also, this view helped a lot.
Although I still had anxiety from staying in the hospital, the nursing staff definitely helped with it. Also, I was on intense medication and could barely keep my eyes open. I couldn’t sleep at night but I couldn’t tell you one thing on any show I attempted to watch. I was out there. The only thing I ate the first night was a bag of graham crackers and for the first time I didn’t get sick from the spinal anesthesia. I was on the verge of throwing up and the nurse quickly stuck nausea medicine into my IV and that was that. Phew.
Surprisingly, I managed to eat Otis Spunkmeyer cookies despite my stomach feeling terrible. I hate medication.
The pain from this surgery is definitely the worst of the six. I’m still pretty upset I’m going to have a huge scar on the side of my knee because, well, it’s not going to be pretty. Call me vain, but I’m really upset about it. Oh, and I have to wear this brace for four weeks. My surgeon laughed because I literally cannot lift it if I’m laying down. I need to build up my strength.
At least I’ll have body builder arms from crutching it around for four weeks, too. Might as well get a tattoo of an anchor and carry a can of spinach around with me 😉
And I missed this little guy like crazy.
Thank you for all of the well wishes, hugs, and prayers.It means a lot to me ❤