This is out of control .. I believe that I am suffering from a case of severe allergies.. Or some asshole at work gave me there cold. Snot snot and more snot.. the stuffy drippy kind.. YUCK there is not a tissue in the world soft enough..
This surgery has kicked my ass. I am beginning to wonder if there is something else wrong with me.. it should not take this long to start feeling better.. .. it has been one fucking miserable ass month
I am living on pain killers, laxatives, ( that is a joy let me tell ya) Ibuprofen, xanax, Nyquil, and willpower.
Any one that has had surgery on their stomach can tell you how horrific it is to cough, sneeze, laugh and poop. I just want to roll over and die.
I have made it to work all this week .. that is just amazing in its self.. No one seems to understand why I still feel so terrible myself included. . I hate to talk about it to anyone because it seems like I have been sick for 4 years straight.. right after I lost my kidney things have gone steadily downhill.. I need to start feeling better, I need a damn vacation.. I want my health back
So a few months ago we bought a new car.. I have been thinking about getting personalized license plates ( yes I know that is super dorky but I really don’t give a shit)
Every combination of words that I try has already been taken …. It is really starting to piss me off..
I started off wanting something in Hawaiian because that is where my heart is .. but the good ones are taken .. and the Hawaiian language is odd for instance .. Queen .. in Hawaiian is .. Mo I Wahine .. now that will not fit on a license plate now will it ? Easy.. in Hawaiian is Hikiwale or even the word Vain in Hawaiian is Ho okano. HOTASS is taken.....along with 2Q2BSTR8 and RUABCH2
MJ is available but I don’t not want to advertize to the city what my name is and I also am going for something that will leave the person behind me completely bewildered.
Why does this have to be so damn difficult? Really ….
Any ideas?
Well I can finally say that I am 90% recovered.. and 6 pounds lighter. I have decided that from now on when I want to lose some weight I will just have another surgery to remove another organ. My dilemma is that I only have an ovary and a gallbladder left..
I have met my surgery limit (19) people and I am not even 30 … I am a pro at it.. That I can say.. as I checked into the hospital for my surgery people addressed me by my first name asking “weren’t you just in here?” yep that was me … I was taken to the pre surgery room told to undress and put this fancy gown on. The nurse came in and tried to put the IV in 3 times she succeeded on the 4th try. I looked like a junkie. The nurse proceeded to ask me the standard 15-20 questions.. Do you have and piercings? What is your pain level? False teeth? I strive to be a good patient so I answered all the questions the best I could while wishing that I could have a glass of orange juice and a bagel. Then in walks another nurse and asks me the same 15-20 questions and says that she needs to shave prep my pubic area… I tell her that I am an over achiever in that area and will not be needing a shave job.. She seemed a bit disappointed.
In walks another nurse and starts to ask me the same 15-20 questions as the previous nurse and I tell her to go find the nurse that has a thing for shaving pubic hair. She knows all the answers . This nurse tells me that my surgery has been delayed two hours. FUCK now I really want some orange juice and a bagel. My husband is sweet and gives me the portable DVD player so that I can watch a movie. He knows the drill..
Finally they take me back to the operating room. it is so damn cold back there.. They put me on a bed.. and wheel me right outside the operating room. and leave me there. As I lay there I watch people walk by. I watched a cleaning crew clean up an operating room and come out with bloody rags and buckets full of human stuff.. I want the anesthesiologist to come medicate me NOW .. I am cold and I cannot watch anymore people come out of operating rooms with containers full of guts.
Finally the doctor comes .. I tried to sweet talk him into taking out my gallbladder.. I even batted my eyes at him and made kissy noises. He said no.. Damn.
He wheels me into the OR and transfers me onto the tiny ass table…. why the hell are those tables to damn small? I am not a large girl… I cannot imagine what it would be like if I was..dear god They take off my pants, undo my gown, ( no it was not a turn on) slap on the blood pressure cuff and in walks the anesthesiologist and just like that 2 hours later I wake up in recovery.
I would hate to be a recovery nurse.. I bet that I asked her if I could have a drink every 10 seconds.. she would calmly say “no dear, you need to wake up a little bit first” 10 seconds later I would ask .. can I have a drink? And again .. no dear… Finally after asking 27 times I got a sponge to suck on.
I had a giant cyst removed along with my right ovary.. A damn painful way to lose 6 lousy pounds
