Sunday's recovery report: I'm still confused as to what day it is....I keep asking DH. Sleep is still alluding me. At some point during doses, I made notes on my phone. I luckily have saline nasal spray and have used it plenty of times.....oxygen really dries out the nostrils! Also, forgot to tell you, not one person mentioned that I had nail polish on. Oh, you know how I referred to the bacterial spa scrub and was relieved that it wasn't those awful wipes? Well, as soon as I got to the pre up room... Guess what they handed me? Yup! Those awful wipes! I was barely dry from my "spa" wash.....what the heck? Did they think our car was infected?
Last night was a scene from a sitcom! DH must have been exhausted and went to bed shortly after my oxy dose. I was so sound asleep when he checked on me that I greeted him with such a cheery "good morning". Immediately set forth to get up to go potty and asked him to pour me a Pepsi ( my usual sub for coffee) while I accomplished my task. Told him I'd sit up for awhile. All this alert activity! THEN I realized it was 2:30 AM. Felt wonderful! So, after only a few sips of soda, I thought it would be good to lay down again. At about 3:30 the pain started....in earnest. I moaned and groaned and finally was crying when DH came around the corner with me saying, like some druggie, "I need an oxy!" Very restless after that. Thing is, I couldn't reach my pills. Wanna bet that won't happen again? Hate that I'm now playing catch up.....but, have I said it beforehand? I'm loving my ice packs!!!
It's the start of a new day.....one new day more since the surgery!!