Okay, first full day in recovery——it’s 6:30 AM and I am officially up and writing this on my teeny tiny cellphone screen. Feeling a bit light headed so munching on graham crackers and sips of water. Since food service doesn’t open until 7:00 this will have to suffice for now.
A tougher night than I recall from my last go-round. I dutifully got up and took a slow walk about 8:30 which was distinctly uncomfortable. But I powered through, took my first oxy and then had them bring in a boatload of pillows for positioning me for side sleep. I thought it would work, as it did for hip #1, but no way this time. Even after waiting for the oxy to kick in it was simply an awful sleeping position, stiff and painfully uncomfortable. I slowly nudged the pillows away and gingerly flopped onto my back. That wasn’t wildly comfortable either but tolerable and, boy, I was exhausted and fell asleep around 10:00 or so. Then two blissful hours until the midnight vitals check. Got in some short bursts of sleep after that until a 6:15 bathroom trip and decided at 6:30 to sit up, have them open the blinds (dreary, wet day out there) and start another fun (NOT) recovery day.
Have to pass OT and PT this morning, plus get trundled home in my husband’s car so opting for another oxy with breakfast this morning to help me get through the busy morning without gritting my teeth too much.
I am apparently quite dehydrated so they are “power pumping” fluids through my IV line. They asked if I’d been drinking any water last night and I thought, “how weird is that? Isn’t nighttime for sleeping?” Since, no, I was trying to get in some sleep despite all the interruptions! Anyway, trying to sip my ice water as I am listening to the faster IV line chug away.
Can’t wait to get home early this afternoon. Weary of hospital life. More later when I am home and ensconced in my own bed.