I’m gonna backtrack to events that happened before the most recent events that literally turned my world upside down.
Tuesday… November 12th.
After visiting the vampires for a second time, giving NINE vials of blood, throwing up on the lab tech and apologizing profusely, we made our way home with some quick dinner gotten from wegmans. Because who feels like standing around to cook after giving nine vials of blood? Not this bitch.
I went to the bathroom to pee…nothing unusual there, but, while I was peeing, I felt a ball of something move from my upper abdomen to the lower, which started to cause me great pain, and also a bit of dizzyness and a feeling of overheating. I put a cool cloth on my neck and, thinking it was gas, went to lay down for awhile to see if it would go away on it’s own. I’ve had similar problems with gas in the past. But for some reason, my right shoulder and whole right side musculature was also cramping like crazy, which made it hard to get comfortable. The pain seemed to subside a little bit with certain positions. Somehow, I fell asleep.
Wednesday, November 13th…
Still in pain, I called out from work. I also called my GYN and got an appointment for as soon as they could get me in that day. It hurt when I peed, but it wasn’t a burning sensation. Somehow it was decided that I had a UTI and bacterial vaginosis (yeah, tmi) and I was sent home with some drugs. The pain in my side went away over the course of the night, but the abdominal pain came and went.
Thursday, November 14th…
Decided to take this day off as well, since the pain wasn’t gone fully and sitting upright for too long didn’t make me feel too good. Spent a lot of the day sleeping.
Friday, November 15th…
It was my scheduled gyn appointment, so we talked over how I was feeling. Said the discomfort was down a bit, which it was, but not fully gone. I’m not sure why foul play was not suspected at this point. After the regular appointment, I was scheduled to see the ultrasound tech to get the first pictures of my baby. Exciting! I was supposedly 8 or 9 weeks along.
When we got in there, the tech said she couldn’t find a viable pregnancy. I was shocked. What did that even mean? It was hard at that point to wrap my head around anything else that came out of anyone’s mouth the rest of that session. But she probed around, looking for anything. She said she found something in my uterus that looked like a blob of blood clots (kinda like what you pass on your monthly) but no real sac or whatever. She took lots of pictures of the ovaries and tubes, or at least tried to. For some reason, it was hard for her to see things.
(and I’m seeing all these little alarm buzzers NOW, after the fact)
I was told to make an appointment to have a D&C (i’ll let you look that up yourself) to determine other things that I really couldn’t handle thinking about. MY brain was STUCK. They just told me that all the happiness in my life didn’t exist. I somehow couldn’t move past that to think about anything, even about asking more questions and seeing if they could find out if something else was wrong.
But something was VERY VERY wrong.
That night, I had another bout of “the gas” and went to bed early again. Thankfully, my side didn’t have the cramping, so I was able to get semi-comfortable in bed and sleep.
Saturday, november 16th…
Woke up still feeling bad and full of gas or whatever. Ended up calling the nurse on call who told me to walk around a bit to try to move it around so it could be expelled. I walked around a bit while Tom and Andy prepared for game in the basement. She said to call back in a half hour if things didn’t improve.
Things didn’t improve. In fact, they were about to get much much worse.
As I stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, putting some cool water on a wash cloth to wipe on the back of my neck, because I was feeling hot, my ears began to feel like they were full of cotton. I managed to turn off the water and mop my face a bit before my body started to retch a bit like I was going to vomit. OMG this was majorly painful. I didn’t vomit, but I guess I passed out because when I opened my eyes I was on the floor between the sink and the tub and Tom was over me talking frantically into his phone with 911.
All I knew at that moment was I was sitting on the floor feeling very tired and weak. I just wanted to sleep. But why was I on the floor? And owww, my tummy hurt! My head felt very heavy. I somehow managed to ask tom for the washcloth, which i had dropped into the sink. I was trying to rub it on my face when the firemen arrived (they’re always the first).
They started asking me questions and I thought I was answering them, but I guess I wasn’t because they kept asking the same ones over and over. But I was totally answering them in my head. I kept asking for water, but they wouldn’t give me any. I felt like maybe if I could drink something, I would be ok. They kept coming with the questions, and Tom filled in as best he could when it seemed like I wouldn’t or couldn’t answer. I was trying to. It just wasn’t working. If I had my senses, I probably would have been terrified… but it was like I was disconnected from everything but the pain.
Then they brought in this chair thing that they needed me to get up into. I don’t know if you know how small by bathroom is, but it was extremely crowded with me on the floor and two guys standing around me trying to figure out how to get my fat ass off the floor and onto this thing. Eventually, they tried dragging me into the hallway by my pants just to get a bit more room. I tried to get up into that chair, really I did… but my legs felt like jello and my arms weren’t much better. Eventually the guys grabbed me under the arms and somehow managed to get me (SCREAMING IN PAIN AND NEARLY PASSING OUT AGAIN FROM IT) into that chair thing. It felt a little bit better to be in that position, but not much. They strapped me in a little, I think, so I wouldn’t fall off and wheeled me toward the side door.
By that time, the ambulance had gotten there. I don’t remember seeing much, because it was hard to keep my eyes open. They carried me down the stairs in that chair thing and then somehow managed to get me on the regular stretcher… with another bout of screams… where they strapped me in and loaded me into the ambulance.
The ambulance was sitting still for quite a while. The tech who sat in the back with me kept firing questions at me while hooking me up to gadgets to figure out what I needed first. I remember commenting that it was my first time in an ambulance. I only opened my eyes a couple of times.
My blood pressure was rediculously low, apparently, which is probably why I passed out. He did some stuff that I don’t remember and hooked me up to heart monitors and an IV or two. Then he asked me if they could take me to Strong instead of the hospital my gyn was associated with. Like I would say no.
Tom drove his car there. I don’t remember seeing him from the time they were putting me on the stretcher to the time we got to the hospital. I guess they were asking him more questions and telling him where they were taking me and stuff.
Every bump on the ride was EXCRUTIATING and they couldn’t give me anything for the pain since my pressure was so low. Rochester needs to fix their goddamn roads… or else outfit their ambulances with better shock absorbers. Both.
I mostly laid there moaning, yelling when the bumps came, with my eyes closed. I had no energy for panic. I had no energy to be scared. I was just tired. It was kind of like a bad dream, but instead of harming me, people were trying to help.
When we finally got to the hospital, they wanted me to sign some things. I could barely hold a pen, but I managed to scribble something there to allow them to do whatever needed to be done. Then they did more monitoring and finally I was surrounded by a group of doctors and other people and one of the doctors was removing my pants so they could check me out with an ultrasound machine.
What modesty? There’s no modesty in the emergency room! I didn’t care anyways. What I cared about was the amount of pain pushing on my abdomen with the ultrasound wand was causing. I heard the words, a lot of blood in there, and ectopic pregnancy ruptured. They covered me with a blanket, to protect my virtue. and some of them hastily went off to make plans with the OR.
I finally saw my husband. I yelled at him for crying. What, I have to be rational? I told him he had to be strong. Told him to go call his mom when they took me in so she could be with him. I don’t remember how long he was with me after that because we started moving again and the next time I opened my eyes there was a nice older lady who was identifying herself as the doctor who would be doing my surgery. She told me that she would take very good care of me and that I would be fine. I think she tried to tell me what they would do to me, but I was so unfocused by then that who could pay attention?
The next thing I remember is a feeling of suffocation as they had an oxygen mask thing over me. It felt like nothing was coming through, though they said oxygen was flowing. I remember pushing it away several times. This was the only time I panicked through the whole ordeal. I guess we know which way I don’t want to die now. Not breathing is scary.
I guess that was also when they started pumping the knock out drugs because I eventually gave up struggling and was out.
When I woke up, my throat felt funny (I had been intubated, another nightmare of mine), and my head felt fuzzy and I still felt sleepy. I remember the nurses or doctors or whoever in recovery asking me questions that I guess I answered somehow and telling me that everything would be fine and that they were moving me to ICU for a few days. I think I just nodded and went back to sleep. Them drugs is good.
I woke up when they were moving me to ICU.
The ICU room was blissfully dark, the nurses were nice, and it was mostly private. I had so many wires and tubes going in and out of me. I discovered I was cathetered as well. It only bothered me when they moved the damn bag because sometimes something in there would shift as well… GAH! I don’t recommend it… unless you can’t get out of bed because you’ve just had your stomach sliced open like a big happy smile. Then.. you might probably want one. Mine didn’t come out until Tuesday.
I remember having cycles of sleep and pain. The drugs knocked me out and the pain would wake me up a few hours later. I think I was on depacote shots? They just injected into my IV. also somethign else to keep my blood from clotting since I wasn’t able to move much. And they had these cool leg massagers on my legs a lot of the time too. They started annoying me toward the end of my ICU stay because I felt I wanted to move my legs and they didn’t make it easy or comfortable. I also had oxygen tubes up my nose.
Apparently I lost a lot of blood during surgery and had to have new blood pumped in. So of course I would be extra weak for awhile and need extra oxygen and iron and stuff. I have no idea what was in the bags they had me hooked up to. And I was too doped up to ask, really. LOL
I had Tom put some specific music on my tablet and make sure that was fully charged for me so that I could have some kind of soothing noise. I wasn’t really in the mood for flipping through the tv (the channel selection was shitty and there wasn’t anything on and it made me dizzy to do so anyways)… or really watching anything, but the music was soothing. I put the thing next to me in the bed and drifted in and out of consciousness for the next 3 days… while they poked me looking for blood, squeezed the hell out of my arm at random intervals and shot me up with more dope when I cried enough.
Some time late sunday evening, they got it into their heads to get me to stand up to see if I could handle it or whatever. LOL. It took a very long time (probably 30 minutes) to get me to the point where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. It was hard to figure out how to move my very weak body in a way that would cause me the least amount of pain. Hell, I’m still trying to figure that out.
When they finally were able to stand me up for the few seconds, i got really dizzy, my head got full of cotton, and they noted that my BP dropped crazy low and they quickly and painfully got me settled back into bed again.
So I guess I wasn’t ready yet, huh? Back to the IVs and arm squeezings and leg squeezings and blood drawings and oxygen tube in the nose…
Later, they finally brought me something to “eat”. They put me on a clear liquids diet, which was fine because I wasn’t really hungry at all. My first meal consisted of a small bowl of vegetable broth, some orange jello, a lemon wooder ice, some pink lemonade, and some more ice water.
I started with the jello, which I found way too sweet. It has been a long time since I’ve eaten commercial jello products. I managed a bite or two of that. I also managed a few swallows of the vegetable broth which was actually quite nice. Everything else kind of languished on the tray as I fell back into my drugged stupor.
The next few meals were pretty much the same thing, except when I was awake when they came around I got to make choices of what I wanted. Like flavor of jello (lime, orange or strawberry), orange or lemon wooder ice, or beef, chicken or veggie broth. There were also choices for beverages, but I pretty much just told them to just give me ice water. It’s what I drink normally, why change things? It’s not like it mattered. I managed maybe 4 or 5 swallows of anything before giving up. I just wasn’t hungry and the meds made sitting up for long stretches of time rather uncomfortable, as I got kinda dizzy from fighting staying awake.
Some time after lunch on Monday, they wanted to try the standing experiment again, and this time settle me in a chair so I could be upright for awhile to work on my lung exercises. As before, it took awhile to get me seated on the edge. I was trying to breathe as evenly and slowly as possible so I wouldn’t black out again. Eventually, they got me upright and held me there for a little bit. Since I didn’t black out this time and my BP didn’t fall, they figured I was good to go, so they had me slowly settle down into a special chair they had brought next to my bed.
I sat there for awhile and it wasn’t too bad. It kind of felt nice to sit up with more firm support than the bed provided. (This bed was all sorts of freaky, as it had air mattresses inside it that blew up and deflated whenever the hell it felt like it) They had me use this plastic thing to breathe in and try to make the plastic cylinder thing go up to a certain goal number. What was extra super fun about this was it made me cough.
Coughing, right after you’ve had abdominal surgery, is SUPER DUPER FUN and not at all excrutiatingly painful. /sarchasm. I learned really quickly that I needed to brace my abdomen. The nurse suggested pressing a pillow gently against the area when I need to cough. I’m still doing this. I’ve gotten up so much lungbutter, which I’m told is a very good thing because I don’t really want to get the added bonus of pneumonia that one can get from laying around too much and not working their lungs enough.
They had me do reps of 10 on the breathing apparatus a few times a day to work out my lungs. I think they just enjoyed my screams of agony when I coughed.
This day was also the day they switched me from having IV painkillers to pill based painkillers, because they figured I could sit up enough to swallow now. So now I get Percocet. Why are they round? Why can’t they be oblong and easier to swallow? No. They’re round and chunky and like to stick to the back of my throat. But they do keep the pain away longer when they kick in. So there’s that.
I’m not exactly sure how long I was in the chair, but after flipping through the tv channels twice… finding an episode of supernatural followed by a couple of episodes of bones on the same channel… and semi-watching them, but not really… I began to get agitated because I was starting to get dizzy and sleepy and really wanted to lay down again.
My nurse had gone on “lunch” and I was waiting for her to come back so that I could move back to bed. When she came back, I saw her sitting outside talking to another nurse. I had Tom go ask about moving me back to bed because I was feeling kinda loopy. She said they were waiting for a regular bed to come up so they could swap it out. Apparently the regular beds would be easier to get in and out of, and they wanted me to be doing that more. (yay.. :/)
When I thought I could take no more, they finally wheeled in the new bed and put fresh linens on it. Then I began the long journey of four steps to the new bed. Probably took a good fifteen minutes. Who knows how time works? It was a little easier to get into this bed, but, being weak, settling into a good position was still very painful. They hooked me back up to things, hung my pee bag on the end of the bed and I passed out for a few hours.
Sometime around four that afternoon I got the (GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!) that I would be moving to a regular room out of the ICU. While I was kinda glad that things were moving in the right direction, I was also hoping that things really were moving in the right direction and that I wouldn’t have a relapse.
Tom gathered up his stuff and my stuff and they rolled my bed down to the new room. I was in the ward with other chicks who had gyno issues, whether a c-section or other complication with childbirth, or some other kind of surgery in that region. The ward was rather quiet and I was lucky enough to get my own room. The nurses all came in to introduce themselves as being the ones in charge of me and they all seemed friendly enough. They performed all their routines on me and then left me to settle in.
Since Tom really needed to get some good sleep, he left me, but not before leaving me with his laptop so that I could have some form of entertainment. He had discovered the wifi and left the mouse within reach so I could at least have netflix to listen to while I rested. Between monday and when I left on wednesday night, I watched the entire series of Futurama from start to finish. It was familiar and comforting. But mostly, I didn’t feel like scrolling around looking for something to watch.
Later on, one of the nurses brought me a menu saying that I could order food like room service. I looked it over, confusedly, wondering what I should be ordering when another knock came on the door and the person came in with my tray of liquid diet stuff. Problem solved. LOL I had chicken broth and lime jello (gag) that night. Is it just me, or does lime jello kind of taste like lemon pledge?
Tuesday…uhhh… the 19th.
Another glorious morning. After a night of being woken up every few hours with “i’m here to check your vitals” or “draw some blood” or some other random thing… I learned that it was now time for walkies… Not only would I get up out of bed, I would go do laps around the ward. OH GOODY!
I think you have to be a special kind of person to be a nurse in wards where people are in horrid pain and you have to be patient and let them do things at their own speed and encourage every little effort. Because every LITTLE effort has just become MAJOR effort. Sitting up on the edge of the bed without screaming? MAJOR milestone. A little heavy breathing still, but I was learning how to use leverage from my arms and my legs to move my trunk around a bit. Getting to my feet was about the same as before. It just felt like my entrails were falling out the front of me, which I know they weren’t.
Walking was a bit difficult. I had those weird pain areas on the bottom of my feet like I had before we went to Disney, but I had them on both feet. Joy of joys. So I wasn’t walking properly and it was making things difficult. Still, I Managed to do two laps around the ward on the arms of two very nice nurses who talked to me the whole time. My reward was some painkillers and more sleep. (When I looked at the clock it was like 4 in the morning.)
I woke up a few hours later (vitals again) and they told me to order some breakfast and that I should be able to get some regular food, but not to overdo it. But when I called down, they said they still had me on the liquid diet, so I just ordered some broth and lemon ice wooder (are you laughing yet, nicole?) and was done. I still wasn’t very hungry, so it didn’t really matter to me that I couldn’t order real food. I did let my nurse know that they said I was still on the liquid diet and she said she would let them know of the change so I could start eating more solid things. Meh. Solids.
After breakfast I was informed that they would be removing my catheter and that since I was to be getting up and walking around more often, that getting up could also be used going to the terlet on my own. I do have to say that I was a bit apprehensive about having the thing come out. The few times that I felt something move around in there weren’t altogether pleasant. But the nurse assured me that it was as simple as deflating a balloon and pulling out the line and that it shouldn’t hurt. But she also waited to do it until after I’d had my next round of meds, just so I wouldn’t be too tense about it.
I guess it wasn’t too bad, coming out, but I did feel it and it did sting a little bit, but then it was over and I was fine. In fact, I was so fine that few minutes later I had to pee. Oh joy! I made my way to the bathroom, with some help, and used my froggy leg skills to lower myself to do my business. I was pleasantly surprised to find there was no pain or stinging with urination. HUZZAH! (You guys totally love my TMI moments, don’t lie)… Of course, I didn’t really like the looks of what I saw when I got off the pot. So… yeah I didn’t look. I washed my hands quickly, as best I could with them both being stuck full of IV lines.
Oh, I forgot the best part. Before getting off the terlet I was given a pair of the most WONDERFUL underwear ever. They’re these disposable mesh things and they are super comfortable because they’re not tight anywhere and they don’t stick to your tender areas the way regular undies sometimes can. I was also given a rather thick pad… Which really wasn’t a surprise after what I saw in the bucket thing when I got up. I had to go in the bucket thing (you know that cup collector thing they attach to the terlet) for the first day cause they wanted to see how much I was going. Jeez, they had to empty my pee bag at least two or three times a day, I think the liquid was moving through my body. XD
I WENT PEEPEE ON THE POTTY LIKE A BIG GIRL!
For the rest of the day and half the night, whenever I had to go, I would push the call button for help. I had learned quite a few tricks for getting up and down from the bed, so that part was getting easier, and it was mostly to have them check the bucket and empty it… They mostly gave me my privacy while I was in there. Generally I also put on a second hospital gown and went for a walk every other time I got up to pee. Usually if I went alone, I only did one lap.
Once… I had pushed the call button twice and nobody came in and I really had to go so I just said eff it and got up and went.
I WENT POTTY ALL BY MYSELF! *claps hands*
Then, I made my way out to do a lap and my nurse was coming towards my door as I opened it. “Need anything?” “Yeah, I just peed. I’m gonna go walk now.” lol They did it on purpose, those turds! So I did my walk and she told me when I got back that I graduated from using the bucket. Yay, graduation! xD
So my day now consisted of peeing, walking, and sleeping mainly, with a bit of being jabbed with needles, squeezed with BP machines, and FUTURAMA! Oh, and pain. lots of pain. Especially when I had been asleep for my dose and got it an hour or two late. OMG the pain.
For lunch, I ordered some chicken noodle soup, applesauce, and lemon ice. I never got through a whole container of anything, but I enjoyed the flavors. The chicken soup was a bit heavy on the pepper, but it was nice to be able to chew on something. And chew I did. I masticated like nobody’s business! I am a master at mastication!
Since there really wasn’t much point to hanging around the hospital with me watching me sleep, pee and walk, Tom went back to work full time. It was fine. I didn’t need him there. And I’m sure he needed the distraction of working. I really just wanted to be alone in the relative quiet of the futurama background noise as I slept, peed, tried to eat things and walked around.
They put me on iron and a stool softener. (It’s friday now and I still haven’t pooped. I don’t think I’ve pooped since last friday… if I pooped then…not that you need to know about my poop… but I’m being thorough here…)
Tom came to visit me for a little bit after work and he took me for walkies and we talked about me maybe being able to go home within the next day or so. He was excited to be able to have me at home, and he worked out with his boss the ability to work from home for a few days in case I needed help with anything on my first few days home. His boss is awesome. He brought me my own laptop so he could take his home (not that it mattered, I still was only using it to watch futurama). And I gave him a list of a few things to bring me for the next day if I was able to go home.
The rest of the night was pretty much more of the same. Eat, sleep, pee, walk, vitals, blood draws, meds, etc. Time kinda flows together when you’re in the hospital. If they hadn’t circled the day of the week on the board in front of my bed, I totally would never know how much time had really passed.
I kinda slept through breakfast service, but luckily, the nurses keep a little bit of food hanging out for emergencies, so I was given a container of cheerios to nibble on. They offered milk, but I ate them dry. I only ate like 1/8 of the container. LOL
Just before lunch time I was told that I was to be discharged later on in the day. Huzzah! My nurse asked what time Tom would be by that day and I told her after work, so some time between 4:30 and 5pm. She got all the paperwork together and had me sign a few things so I would be all set when the time came. Yay!
Later on in the morning, a physical therapist came by and wanted to see how I was moving etc and wanted to show me how to do steps, since I had mentioned there were stairs in my home and I would at least have to use the ones to get in and out of the house. I did pretty well with that, as the stairs there are human sized, unlike the ones we have on the side of our house which seem to have been built with giants in mind. DREAD.
A little bit before my lunch tray came, there was a knock on my door and a guy came in with a little basket of flowers from some people who care about me or something. At least they are the watering kind, so hopefully they won’t die too soon. I do prefer potted things if I have to get them.
I did a bit better with lunch today. I ordered a chicken salad sandwich and an orange ice wooder (I wanted to try it once). I actually ATE. I didn’t eat the crust. I didn’t eat all of the bread, but I ate all of the chicken salad off the bread. It was delicious. I think I’m addicted to chicken salad now. Someone make me a big container of it and bring it over, please. No grapes or I will kill you. :*
After lunch, I was extra sleepy, so I took a very long nap all afternoon. You know that part of sleep where you’re not really asleep but you’re not really awake and you can’t move your body and it feels like bliss? That’s where I was all afternoon. OMG SO NICE.
A few minutes before Tom came, I went pee for the last time. I kind of miss that terlet now. It’s a little bit higher than the one at home, though the one at home I can kind of lean back on and be a bit more comfortable. I guess it’s a trade off.
Tom threw clothes at me and I slowly got changed. Putting pants on was awkward, and I needed help with socks. Thankfully, I had suggested he bring my sandals instead of sneakers. They were so much easier to put on. While I dressed and raked a comb through my hair, he packed up all my stuff and asked the nurse what we needed to do to check out. She called down for a wheelchair and said that my meds were ready to be picked up at the pharmacy downstairs on the way out. We waited a few minutes extra because it was about time to be getting a dose and I didn’t want to make the journey home in any more pain than I had to.
Then we said goodbye to the nurses, I got in my wheelchair and we zoomed off! Tom pushed pretty smoothly and we made our way to the elevator and the front of the building. On the way, he told me how Neko had been walking around the house meowing and looking for me all the time I had been gone. =^_^= Awwww, I miss my neko. I was so glad to be going home to be purred at.
Tom left me near the front door and went to get my meds from the pharmacy and then to get the car. Getting into the car was fun… NOT. On the way home, we stopped at wegmans for some chicken salad and a couple of other things that we needed in the house that couldn’t wait. I stayed in the car because eff getting in and out again.
Finally, we were home. He took the stuff inside and went to go open the front door for me, since we figured those stairs aren’t as steep as the ones on the side. As he did that I slowly maneuvered myself so I was sitting with both legs outside the car. So much effort to do such a simple thing.
He came back and helped me around to the front of the house, where neko was waiting, meowing and standing on her back legs trying to look out the door. So cute. :3 She was really happy to have me home. She hasn’t left my side since except to eat and pee. LOL
Getting up the stairs wasn’t too bad and then I was inside. Yay! Of course, I had to pee, so I went to try that out immediately. Yeah, the terlet is lower… we don’t have a bar to hang onto… but somehow I manage to frogleg squat up and down. Such pleasant, ladylike imagery. Still, it was nice to be home finally!
Tom made up a portion of the couch for me to rest on as I wasn’t sure whether or not the bed would be easier. It turns out really nothing is easier yet… It’s really hard to get comfortable anywhere. I can only lay on my back still. I have tried rolling onto either side and stuffing pillows everywhere, but my body revolts. At least my meds knock me out so I can sleep on my back ok. I’m still sleeping in waves kinda like in the hospital. When the meds wear off, I’m usually awake so I can take the next dose and wait for it to kick in so I can sleep again. (Which is why it’s taken me three days to write this damn blog post. LOL)
Life is pain. But I have about 8 weeks of convelescing coming. I spend most of the day on the couch so I can sit a bit more easily… on the long part with my legs stretched out. usually slumped over and drooling…
My appetite is still not fully there… but it is improving. Husband made a delicious pork roast last night and we had the leftovers tonight. He’s really been very helpful to me since I’ve been home. I’ve tried to do some things for myself… but there comes a point where I cna’t push anymore. I do laps around the house when I get up to pee (even in the middle of the night) just so that I get a bit more motion… But I still feel like most of my day is spent unconscious. Thank you, percocet. lulz.
If anyone has any questions… go ahead and ask… I probably forgot SOMETHING.
This has been my exciting journey of the week…
I just want to thank everyone who saved my life. T.T As for the other part of this story… I’m still processing… There will likely be another post…