I enjoy convalescence.
It is the part that makes the illness worthwhile.
~George Bernard Shaw
As most of you know, I am fully recovered from my recent pass under the knife. Unless there’s something I don’t want to do…in that case, I’m really tired & still not feeling very well. Please go on without me. :oucher
So how well did everyone do last Thursday when I left you to place your bets on how long I’d be convalescing & what kind of nip/tuck I might be getting? And how many believed that naughty, naughty Darling Hollie when she told you I was getting a boob job? (Oh, yes, I saw that. :whip ) Oh, if only. But The Girls are just as flat & floppy as ever. No, the “little procedure” I had was a simple D&C, which will hopefully help with the “female problems” (lucky us, huh? :spikey ) I’ve had most of my life. And if not, I’m going to let them gut me like a fish. (Let them—ha! I’m practically begging for it. :angelme )
The day of my surgery, I had to get up at 4:30am to be at the hospital by 6am. Not fun. And of course, I didn’t sleep worth a darn that night. Not so well the two nights before, either, but I figured once they gave me the snoozy juice, I’d be able to catch up in spades. :sleeping I packed a little bag with some necessities I thought I might need—lip gloss, handcream, a book… Well, okay, three of them. I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait before they took me or how long I’d be there before I was released. Plus, I was nearly finished with Blood Ties by Kay Hooper, so what if I finished it & needed something else to read? :babybook You guys get that, right? And, hey! Those are necessities! :cuffs
So, anyway, I was still sleepy when I arrived, so I didn’t read in the waiting room as I’d expected. And they called me really quickly, which I also hadn’t expected. (I think they like to grab you before your nerves get the better of you & you make a run for it! :hide )
Now, I always pray for three general things before any kind of semi-serious medical procedure. #1—That my doctor/surgeon is at the top of his game. #2—That everything goes well & I come through with flying colors. #3—That I have a kind & friendly nurse (or nurses). Because let’s face it—they’ve got access to all kinds of sharp objects & dangerous drugs. If you get one who’s in a bad mood, she can hurt you BAD. :oucher
Well, I got the BEST NURSE EVER!!! Her name was Mary Jo, & I could tell from the very start she had a great sense of humor. Then when she found out I write romance, she went bonkers! She’s a huge reader, as is her husband & daughter, & she wanted one of my books bad. So I had Madame Mommy Dearest run out & get one from the trunk of the car before the I.V. went in & the snoozy juice started flowing.
I actually gave her two—TANGLED UP IN LOVE & MR. AND MISTRESS. That way, she gets the best of both worlds: super-sexy/super-funny & passionate/sensual. And she wanted them signed, of course. Then she decided I should name one of the heroines in a future book Mary Jo…hey, you never know; it could happen :wink …& wanted to know all about how I got into writing & my process. That certainly made the time fly by & kept my mind off the upcoming cutting & scraping. Thanks, Mary Jo! :hippie
They wheeled me away soon enough, though. And had to cover me with warmed blankets because the surgical suite was freezing! (I’d forgotten that part.) Then it was into the O.R., hop over to the other table, & lights out.
I have to tell you, if you ever need to have a surgical procedure done, do one of these! :ROFL I suppose you should only do it if you need one, but the fact is, this was the simplest, easiest surgery I’ve ever had. Maybe because there was no incision, so they were able to give me just a shot of a little something to put me into a heavy sleep. One of the nurses in the Recovery room even told me that I could have woken up if I’d wanted to. But I didn’t want to; I was quite happy snoozing like a bear in hibernation, believe me. :sleeping I even think I was dreaming at one point, but I don’t remember about what.
When I started waking up in Recovery, I was quite groggy at first, then it was just like waking up from a really deep sleep. You know the kind where you’re tucked in bed all snug & comfortable, & it’s time to get up, but you reeeeeaaallly don’t want to. *g* Then I had to wait there until the anesthesiologist had release me, even when I felt as though I could hop up & walk back to my room myself. Oh, yeah, I felt that good. Possibly some residual drugs running through my system, huh? Which is why they don’t let you hop up & walk around right away. LOL
Okay, that’s enough for today. Next week, I’ll finish up my post-op post-recovery…um, post *snicker* because I know you’re just dying to know more. :mwah
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