It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Although when I had to hobble down to the bathroom on crutches in a hospital gown, with my nurse Courtney holding my IV bag and holding the hospital gown shut (o.O) I felt like such an old lady!
At the very beginning in the waiting room, I was more nervous than I have ever been. Mostly because I don't get nervous at anything really. I played a couple rounds of Scramble on my mom's iPhone and talked to my mom and dad. It was funny, because my mom was taking pictures of me and uploading them to FB with her iPhone, and she said "Isn't it so weird, how everyone else in the world can see what's going on in our life in like 2 seconds?" And then she added, "And these pictures are really just a bunch of ones and zeroes!"
Then my dad, who is a software programmer, started explaining binary code. :D And I was kind of understanding him and paying close attention, and saying like "oh that makes sense" and "ohhh! That's cool!" And then when he got done, my mom was just looking at us weirdly and she said "Ta-da, Jerry! She is my gift to you - someone to talk to about this stuff who actually understands and actually cares about it!" :D
When I had to get the IV, that was the part I was fearing the most. I don't like needles. o.O So I was somewhat nervous and cried a little bit. I was trying not to cry but...
Anyway, so my dad said "Hey, let's talk about binary code some more!" and started explaining some stuff with HTML and a sixteen-base code (I forgot the word for it) and A B C D E F. :D And so then him and me were talking about HTML and colors and stuff and the nurse and my mom just stared at us like "uhhh..." It was funny. :D
The IV didn't even really hurt that much. The little baby numbing needle that they do first, that one pricked, but not too bad. Then the actual IV just felt weird, kind of like...I dunno, kind of like how anything that gets shoved into your vein feels weird. :P Then the saline solution stuff felt pretty darn cold. But it wasn't that bad.
Let's see, some other highlights of the day. When they gave me the anesthesia, I got all giggly. It was funny. And then when they wheeled me around the corner, I just kind of grinned and went "Wheee!!!!" :D
The only things I remember after that are really fuzzy. I was in a white room with lots of stuff on the ceiling and metal stuff. And there were lots of people with masks. And I was smiling at a lot of people but it was probably more of a drunk-looking kind of smile (lol.) They had to move me to a different bed so they were tugging on the sheets under me so I slid onto a different bed. And one of them put an oxygen mask on my face and then I fell asleep.
I woke up in the recovery room 1 - for those of you who haven't had surgery, people usually don't wake up till Recovery Room 2. There was a male nurse named Troy who was taking my oxygen tube out and stuff. When I woke up he was surprised. He told me that there was a funny hat contest that day - that's why he was wearing a straw hat with a pink flamingo on it! It was the strangest hat I'd ever seen! The flamingo had earrings, a pirate eye patch and a plastic kitten sitting on its head!
Then when I went to Recovery Room 2 - the one my parents were in - I told them that I had woken up and talked to Troy. They thought I might have been dreaming, especially when I told them Troy was wearing a pink flamingo hat!! :lol:
Also, Troy and I had a little conversation - when I asked him what his name was (I asked everybody what their name was), and he said Troy, I said "That's a cool name, I like that name." (At least that's what I tried to say. I probably stuttered something fuzzy out, but he understood.) He said "Really? I've always wanted a different name." Which I thought was funny. :)
Then he put a little oxygen tube thing in my nose - those ones that old ladies have? And he said take a couple deep breaths. And so I did, and then started coughing. So I tried again, and then I forgot how you're supposed to take a deep breath, and accidentally fell asleep again. ;)
When I woke up after like half a minute of being asleep, I noticed that my blue hairnet was gone. I mentioned it to Troy. He said "if you want it..." and gave it back to me. I was really groggy and so I hugged it and mumbled "Just like a teddy bear." He said "Oh, you want a teddy bear?" He left the room for a couple of minutes and when he came back, he had a little teddy bear with scrubs and a surgical mask. :D It's really cute! I got to keep it!
I said some pretty funny stuff when my head was all foggy. I looked at my mom and said "You're all fuzzy." Then I looked at my dad and said "You're even fuzzier!!" He said "That's how God designed me! Fuzzier than Mom!" I sort of snorted and then looked confused and said "That was funny, but I don't remember how to laugh."
I also asked all my nurses if they were Christians - Peggy, Shelly, and Troy. All of them said yes. Troy had a story about his, but I was too foggy to remember it.
I told my mom I liked her shirt. :) The same shirt she's worn a gazillion times. But it was just cute that day. :D lol.
Also, I had a blood pressure cuff and a little clip thing on my finger to monitor my heartbeat. After a couple of minutes, I realized that the beeping sound in the room was coming from my clip thingy and I randomly started waving around my finger so it looked like I was conducting a band except I was conducting the beepy noises. :D
Let's see, what else happened...I've been pretty much laying here for the rest of the day, foot propped up. Except when I had to go to the bathroom a couple times. Tim came over after school to keep me company. :) He's so sweet.
I have to have another surgery later to take the titanium screw out - when they cut my leg open, they realized the bone shard was big enough to screw back in place so they didn't have to take it out. Not taking it out is a good thing. Having another operation isn't. :( But I'm trying to come to grips with that.
I won't even be able to put weight on the foot for 2 months. I have a splint for a couple weeks, then a cast. I don't mind the not-walking as much as I mind the not-being-able-to-do-anyth
Anyway, thank you all for everything, for praying and supporting me. It's funny how it takes an accident like this and surgery to realize how darn many people love you!! :D Not that I didn't feel loved before, but this is like...above and beyond. Y'all are awesome. Thank you for everything. :)
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