I left the Pain City Hospital after being there for 6 days in a whirlwind after waiting all day to find out if they were gonna release me. The anesthesiologist said 'I think you deserve another day' but he got voted off the island. He probably felt bad because the line that was feeding me morphine in between my broken ribs got accidentally disconnected for several hours and he's the one who put it in. He's also the guy who made me laugh by calling my breast 'it'. (See my my last post.)
I arrived home around 7:00 PM. Home being defined as the Respice Care Section of the continuing care complex where I live in Independent living. I'm voice typing on my Kindle and it seems to want to capitalize Words at random and I've already learned that when you have your TV on it picks up random sentences to type, like in the middle of The paragraph up above it inserted 'I love you'. I do love you all who read my blog but it's hard enough to compose something to write while taking drugs and Yelling every so often when I get a jab of pain. Yes, I'm that kind of a pain person who lets everybody in the room know. So if you're on the Nazi Punctuation Enforcement Squad please cut me a break Explanation mark Stupid voice typing.
And do I have stories to tell. Like shopping On amazon for my very 1st box of adult diapers ---and hopefully my last box---with an OP. It Reminded me of the time my mother made me go to the Store and buy my first pads for my first period. You'd think after all these years I wouldn't have anything to get embarrassed about but The experience of buying something I didn't want to buy, however, had me hearing my mother saying "No, I'm not going to buy them for you. This is going to be something you're gonna have to do for many years." She wouldn't even let me out of the dance recital we were on our way to and I was dancing in. "You're not sick you're just menstruating."
Naive me, I thought when you went from one part of a continuing care campus to another everything would be provided and you wouldn't have to ask your family to do anything. But that turns out not to be true. All your personal things like shampoo and fingernail files and cell phones and who knows what else I'll need over the next few weeks I'll need my nieces to retrieve. They've been super-stars and done unexpected things for me. Like one waited hours with me in ER and other took me home from the hospital and got me settled in. I tried to think of what I've done to deserve them in my life like this but I can't come up with anything other than just Laugh with them a lot when they were young, played with them back then and now be their sounding board as adults.
Tomorrow I start working with the physical therapist and occupational therapist doing stuff that I used to teach my husband to do After his stroke. If you picked up a sarcastic tone to my typing You are not mistaken. But I will do my best and let them think I'm a fast learner and they are good teachers.
See You when I see you. Hopefully Wednesdays and Saturdays as before but maybe With much shorter posts, maybe longer who knows. Just know that the comment section is gonna be different with me just chiming in occasionally because I really am exhausted from pain and pills. Stay tuned. I might murder one of the condescending night shift workers. At the hospital everyone who came into the room would ask what's my birthday and what's my pain level. Here in respite care everyone who enters the room says, " I'm so sorry I didn't get here faster blah blah blah." I want to blurt out, "Cut the crap and just admit you're short staffed. But we're in the honeymoon stage here so I'm being nice and sweet. And truly 98% of the aids are great.