#️⃣18-3
I have to say, I’ve outdone myself this time. Samuel stayed home and took care of Andrew who had a high fever on the day of my surgery. My parents waited for me until I came out from the recovery room, then my (not very pleasant and professional) care giver stayed with me after that. There are thousands of complaints that I have about these care givers, oh, not just mine, the ones you pity and think they should be treated better, the ones you see pushing grandmas and grandpas in the park. There will be an explicit blog on them.
Back to my topic. Before my surgeries, some people would try to comfort me, “You will be ok, since you should be used to it by now.”
Well, let me tell you, I know what to prepare and bring to the hospital, I can pack real quick, not forgetting anything, including wool socks to keep myself warm. I know all the procedures before and after the surgery. AND I also know the pain and shivering cold that comes out from my bones, after the anesthesia is wearing off. Then comes the inconvenient 5 days when everything had to be done on the bed. Not to mention, the endless wait for the doctors to pull out the tubes and drains from your body. AND there are variables every single time. (Blood infusion, X-ray of lungs, a swollen mouth, face scratches, and even a strained arm...)
No, it does not get easier. It freaks me out knowing what’s waiting for me.
Then, my #18, knowing I had no alliance, Samuel, and I was in the hands of my care giver, I had myself to depend on.
I couldn’t wait for the anesthetist to put me to sleep. The sleep that I have been lacking, the sleep that would let me forget all the woes and boos in my life, even just for a few hours.
The weight on my eyes got heavier as the magic liquid dripped into my veins. I follow the instruction to breathe in and breathe out. Alas, I let myself go, closed my eyes, and finally my body also gave in. It actually felt heavenly.
Andrew is in school now, coming to the hospital would mess up his routine, and delay his sleep. However, my boys visited as much as they could, other days, I stayed in the hospital by myself and you-know-who.
It’s my hopeful wish that this surgery would give me at least 2-3 years before the next one.
To those who have visited me and brought me laughter, those who brought lots of goodies, and those who texted me from time to time asking me how I was, I am truly grateful I have so many loved ones in my life. Even though it was never my intention to alarm anyone or ask for attention.
Please, Please, don’t make the fuss to come visit me, I am in good hands, (uh, my own good hands......) and my trendy workout schedule is really tight starting today. I can feel your loving vibes! You, you, you, and you!♥️♥️♥️♥️
Just to wrap up for now, maybe I am getting used to all of this. 18 times should be more than enough to get used to something, isn’t it? There were still water works, but they were not for myself, so I guess I am pretty admirable, at least I think so.
Two more weeks of physiotherapy, and I am good to go! 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻
Oh, I finally said adios to my stitches today! (Another variable......)
