It’s Wednesday night, and I thought that it would be fun to blog since I don’t have much else to do at this stage - I'm waiting for the finale of My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance - and that is a little sad.
I thought it interesting to be under a general anaesthetic. It’s a bit strange. First off, I wasn’t too pleased to be waiting four hours in hospital before getting on the trolley to go to surgery. Then another 30 mins lying in a little room next to the theatre watching the minutes tick by. The next fun was me not having obvious or willing veins. None in my left hand, none in my left arm, none in my right hand, and difficult ones in my right arm. So after having a little poke around with the needle in my right arm, he found a vein, cannulated me and we were good to go. But it wasn’t much fun. The worst thing though was the stuff they spray into your nose to dry it up so they can put the tube in. It was like swallowing liquid vicks inhaler…. Yik! Then into the theatre and I started having little panic attacks – where I shiver uncontrollably. By this stage they’d hooked me up to the heart monitor, so I could hear my heart beat fluctuate as I tried to control my shaking. Not too long later, I was put under, with something in my arm, and gas. I thought in my head, as I could feel myself falling away, my vision going blurry, that I could tell my body was fighting it.
The next thing I remember, is trying to wake up in recovery, still blurry, and very tired. And lots of moaning. It was funny how much I moaned. After a little bit, they took me back to my room, where I spent another two or so hours. Before slowly getting changed and heading out the door, I’d drunk some water, eaten some jelly and “passed water” – that’s funny phrase.
But it’s been alright, in terms of the pain and swelling. The medication has done it’s job so far I’d say. There really hasn’t been much pain with the sockets (lest I speak too soon). There has been a bit of a sore jaw. The swelling was slight, mainly on one side. And it’s pretty much gone down. Hoorah. And the bleeding stopped by Saturday night. And so the worst part was the mush I’ve had to eat, and the nausea from not having a full stomach. There are much worse things to complain about!
So my days have held DVD’s: Two Towers cast commentary, Oceans Eleven, Pirates of the Caribbean. Two books in two days – Matthew Reilly’s ‘Contest’ and ‘Temple’ – much to the dismay of my father. And sleeping. Back to work tomorrow. At least for a bit. I’ve missed it. But I wouldn’t have been able to work like this.
And Tim’s been lovely, visiting me Saturday night, twice on Sunday, Monday night, and then I got to visit him this afternoon. What a nice guy. Hoorah for Tim.