Wednesday, December 24, 2014
They rolled me into room 640 for my first night in the hospital. First time I had a chance to call and let someone know my critters were home alone. Got a hold of Ronald Nelson and put him in charge of TFL. Slept pretty good with a squirt of morphine into my IV every 4 hours - even though it seemed like every five minutes someone was coming in to check my vitals or take blood. Time went by incredibly slowly. That first night I remember thinking at one point it had to be about 4 in the morning when in fact it was only 9:30PM. I had all day Sunday to get accustomed to my new accommodations and try to get a handle on how time passes. Didn't get my first taste of hospital food till Sunday night - turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy, zucchini, pudding and iced tea.
Monday was a waiting game. No food and just some tiny sips of water while I waited for my next surgery. At 2PM they rolled me back to the OR. I was in a room with 2 other patients also waiting to go under the knife. A nurse came around to double check everyone by asking names and birth dates and what kind of operation we were about to get. I told her "vasectomy" and she followed my lead by saying no - I was scheduled for a hysterectomy. We all made sure we knew what I was there for in the end.
A very nice female anesthesiologist came to talk to me. She explained that the way they were dosing me this time, there wouldn't be a hard tube shoved down my throat. As I came into the OR, she slipped a little something into my IV and I was out like a light for round 2.
To be continued...