the drama:: JC promised me he would be there with me through my surgery on 04/01/03. JC called me Monday 03/31/03, voice 2 octaves higher than normal, voice cracking, congested, coughing "I feel horrible, I'm coughing up blood, I'm sweating..I don't know what's wrong...but I'm trying to get myself together to take you to the hospital tomorrow..." then began hacking once again. Yes, quite honestly, I was PISSED TO THE HIGHEST SENSE OF PISSITIVITY. Okay, now that I got that out - I never ask him to do things for me. He's got a lot going on, I'm trying to be understanding about this, but still. I have a limit. Anyway, I never tell him I'm pissed - I just fuss at him for not taking care of himself, tell him I'll make other arrangements to get to my surgery, and tell him to get his a$$ to the Dr. I spend the rest of the day, going through my phonebook trying to find someone to take me. Kay can't go, her son's been ill - if she takes off anymore time from work - I don't want that on my head. Sadat has interviews lined up - he can take me, but then he needs to take my car solo(his license is suspended) which is a no-no. Jon's not answering his cellphone - as usual. Gil, well - Gil's status has changed from friend to associate - which is the subject of another blog. He's undependable. I was frustrated to the point of tears. I called the babydaddy against my best judgement - and of course, he''ll do it - secretly I still think he's pining...which is such a waste.... Meanwhile, I'm in tears - nobody cares, it's the night before my surgery, I'm alone and I feel horrible. I allowed myself a pre-surgical pity party.
the surgery:: get to the hospital at 5:30 am, pretty uneventfully - the babydaddy's on his best supportive behavior. By 6:15, I'm laying on a stretcher, in a hospital gown, high on a 'relaxer' that the nurse described as 'similar to valium'. It was pretty good
. At 7AM, they roll me into the Operating Room, get me situated on this narrow operating table, cover me with warm blankets - NOTE: WHEN YOU'RE HIGH AS HELL, AND IN A COLD OR ---> WARM BLANKETS ARE BETTER THAN ANYTHING, INCLUDING SEX!!!!!. Ok, back to my story - they give me oxygen & the anesthesiologist makes a joke about me going to sleep - nexy thing I know it's 10AM, I'm in recovery and its over. I can't stay awake for shyt - so every 15 minutes or so (typically when the nurses come to f%^& with me) I realize that time is passing. At 11:15, my nurse gets on the phone, and (in a somewhat hostile voice) calls my Dr, and asks him if I can go - I'm awake now, 'cause she seems a lil peeved. She gets the run around for another 15, then the Dr calls & gives her the ok to release me. They wheel me over to PACU (patient after-care unit), finally give me something to drink, call the babydaddy to come bring my clothes, I get dressed and am outta there at 12noon. Not bad.
the aftermath:: the world is BRIGHT. On the ride home, we stopped at CVS for ginger ale & advil, then Publix for more ginger ale. I was in the car for maybe 45-60 minutes, and I swear I thought I was gonna die - sitting in the HOT, BRIGHT SUN (it was only like 65 degrees) and I had on all black - I knew I was gonna die. We went home, I immediately took off my shirt (in front of the babydaddy - I was not caring by then), and passed out on the couch for like 2 hours. I think Chaos brought me a tank top - worried about my semi-naked state in front of my ex - the babydaddy. I'm bleeding, but not super-heavily like I was before the surgery. Stomach's cramping, but the Advil's taking care of it. I'm just out of it - so I drift in & out of consciousness between 12:30 and about 5ish. By then, I'm still a lil goofy, but I can stay awake for more than 30 minutes - so I eat some soup. By the time American Idol came on - I felt ok.
Today - my throat hurts...not to be trife, but if you've ever given head to a guy with a porno-dyck (Kay's word) then you know EXACTLY what my throat feels like. I'd feel better about the sore throat if I'd actually EARNED it. The nurse said they inserted a tube in my throat while I was out - thanks for telling me THAT beforehand. I'm drinking some chamomile tea. If it doesn't feel better by tomorrow - I'll go back to the Dr.
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