(I apologize for the lack of capitols. One handed typing is not my forte. This is written so I will remember. I apologize if my surgery synopsis bothers anyone.)
We were there on time. The prep lasted 2 hours. G stayed for a while but was hungry and wanted coffee. I was cranky without mine - come to think of it. He left and they walked me in…a first. The anesthesiologist was a little younger than me and carefully discussed my anesthesia problems with me. Same stuff as last time was ok with me.
I woke to Jell-O and chocolate pudding which stayed down nicely. 2 hrs in the recovery room. Home with G to climb my stairs which didn’t work well at all. I was reduced to groaning nausea which gratefully went away before lunch and a nap and dinner and toss and turn all night with lots of tylanol to aleve my soul.
A coughing G brought me breakfast Enough was enough after the days of ear ache, vomiting, and now upper respiratory something. I made him go to the doc’s who didn’t know what he had either.
Nap, type this, and read. What more could a well bandaged old lady want. Tonight we will watch the prerecorded finale of Project Runway.