No More Wisdom

Does this mean I’m not wise anymore?

The surgery went well. I have a gorgeous blue and purple bruise on my arm where they stuck the IV in me for the anesthesia. I was wrong, I thought they were only going to give me laughing gas but they gave me both. When they took my blood pressure at first, the nurse knew right away I was nervous. It was ‘awfully high for somebody my size’ but it lowered considerably after they gave me the nitrous.

It was weird, I was kind of awake but kind of not. I had my music on and by the time the surgeon came in for the surgery I was only half conscience. I heard her ask me what I was listening to and I muttered something incoherent and she asked me if it was good music and I sort of semi nodded and said ‘mmmhmm’.

My recovery nurse was a really nice woman named Rachel. She was very patient in explaining everything and said I had very nice hair and was very pretty. She was also excitedly talking to one of her colleagues about how she went to Ottawa last weekend and skated on the Rideau for the first time for her anniversary.

I was really looking forward to all the milkshakes and ice cream I’d get to eat. Of course, being my mother this was not the case as she opted for more healthy alternatives such as soy milk and congee. Today however, she went to T&T and bought me a big tub of green tea ice cream. Bless her. She was so patient yesterday in changing my gauze every hour and running to the Chase to fill out my prescription.

I’m also really glad I don’t have a boyfriend or a husband because all of the oozing, drooling and bleeding afterwards is certainly not glamorous.

I got to keep my teeth. They were actually smaller than I thought they were going to be. Maybe because I’m just generally small. Yesterday was a lazy day, today is a take it easy day. I’m supposed to do activities sitting up to help with the swelling and bruising. That’s a good thing because I have to study for my mid-terms next week. Have a case study due next week too but my partner is out of the country so, I don’t know.

I sat down to start studying for my mid-terms but I think the medication is making me a bit woozy. I have to take an anti-biotic to fight infection and a Tylenol with Codeine for pain-relief. My mom is paranoid about me taking too much of the tylenol since Codeine is bad for your heart. I’m not taking heart medication right now but I see her point. However, you’re supposed to take it before the pain starts. No idea.

Unfortunately, the Senators didn’t win it for me last night. I thought about wearing my Alfie t-shirt to surgery because they wanted me to wear a comfortable t-shirt. I’m sort of sad I didn’t but at the same time glad because I ended up oozing and bleeding all over my t-shirt anyways.

I look like a chipmunk. Yesterday the swelling died down but it inflated again today. Yikes. I just hope it’s all gone by the time I get back to school.