My Recovery

I woke up groaning and moaning, and I look forward. All I see is a lady at a mobil cart filling out papers, it appears. Then she says hi, you are in recovery your surgery is done, but we have to keep you over night. How are you? I am hurting in my chest and I cant hardly breathe. Give me just a minute and we can give you something for your pain. Then I think to myself, overnight, why are they keeping me overnight? This was suppose to be out patient surgery. My next question is, when do I get to see someone? Well it will be about 12:15 I look at the clock and I have about 30 mins. I am thinking, well, that is not to long. So, I look at the clock after I feel it has been 20 mins and it was only 11:50, 5 mins had passed. I am really wanting to see Angela at this point.

I then look at the nurse and ask her for a drink. Yeah, we will find you something when we get you to your room. i am thinking where is Angela? Does she know i have to stay overnight? what is the deal, why am i staying? Is Angela going to be able to stay with me? Will my mom stay or what? Yeah most moms would probably stay, but my mom and I have not had the best relationship for the past 8 years. Things are getting better between us but there is still a lot of hurt and damage that we are working through. Then I think I dosed back off after my pain shot and I woke back up to the nurses getting me ready to go to my room. My first thought was I hope Angela is already at my room. They take me to the elevator and up to my room. We turn the corner and there Angela is, a smile immediately on my face.

That just starts the beginning of the recovery. Angela was there for me the entire time. I don't know what I would have done without her. I know I was not in the best of spirits, or health. The food looked so delicious and iI wanted to chow down, at least that was my plan. I am sitting in the bed and pointing to the food I would like to eat. I point at a roll thinking, yum, I want to try that. I bite into it, not a nibble, a big bite. Big mistake, rolls and dry mouth don't match. I am pointing wanting my water. What? What? What do you want baby? I continue to point at my water with a mouth full of a roll, that fills like it seems to be a cotton ball. Tell me what you need baby. So, After I chew and choke some of it down I manage to say water. I think this is the longest meal I have ever ate. I would take a bite and then I would fall asleep.
I remember very little about the recovery. One of the things I can remember is that I wanted Angela to lay in the bed with me. I would wake up in the middle of the night and she would be sitting right by my side in the chair. She would quietly sit and shift around it the chair as if she was uncomfortable. I knew her legs were bothering her, but she would not say a word. I finnaly convinced her to lay in the bed with me. I slept so much better with her in the bed with me, she slept better also. I think her legs eased off after that. I am so thankful I have her in my life.