But Wednesday night Hubby didn’t think it went so well. You see, I had problems coming out of anesthesia. Something both his parents had basically died from.
I was supposed to come home on Wednesday. Told Hubby I’d probably be starving, since I wouldn’t have eaten anything all day. Instead, I came to groggy and nauseous (Hubby said I was unresponsive, which scared the you know whatsis out of him), and I couldn’t keep anything down (food was the last thing I wanted). Doctor thought it best I spend a night in the hospital.
I was a mess. I kept thinking, what if this was my heart surgery? And will I have to go through all that again? Gosh, I hope not. I was miserable. I hate feeling nauseous. And Hubby felt a lot better when I started talking coherently with him. I don't think he'd have gone home to sleep if I hadn't.
I woke up in the morning with a headache, but once I got some coffee in me, I felt tons better (those caffeine withdrawals will get you every time). I arrived home yesterday afternoon feeling much better. Actually ate something!
The pain isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and I’m only on ibuprofen. For now. I have some vicodin, but I’ll probably only use it before bedtime. At least until it doesn’t hurt to lie down (because this gal likes to sleep on her side!).
So… Who, besides me, is looking forward to a nice, uneventful weekend? And have you ever scared your significant other?