We are all in the same boat
I been to hospital and had my operation. It was because of my navel rupture. My brother is sleeping but left me a message.. only x0x0x0 under it no "y". According to him it's not allowed.
I write him back next day before I drag myself back into bed.
I want my Y's a lot of them. I am back home and had a bad night. Everything was bad, except the fact I had a room for myself. They tried to put the infuse in.. several times.. and wanted to kill me or so..
I told that nurse to use my other arm not the left. Even before she started I asked her: where will you put that needle. Her answer: anywhere I can stick it!.
In the end after a big mess and a lot of pain, in the meanwhile also seeing blue for cold, she decided to wrap my other arm in a warm towel and ask someone else to do it in my right wrist. That was not great too.. as I moved my fingers I felt the needle moving in my wrist.
After that I could wait long and enjoy the cold. Then it was time to climb on the operation bed. A very small one, so it was a smart idea to tie me up on it. As they started the narcose fluid it did hurt terrible. This was also one of the less times I cursed very loud!
I wanted to ask that doctor something about my surgery but he was suddenly gone, washing his hands. I was happy to fall asleep.
First thing I thought as I put my mind together was: I am not feeling cold anymore and after that I knew some great sentences in Hungarian. Wow I can say how I feel and that it's hurting and I want to sleep in Hungarian!
I heard the nurse ask the man lying next to me in the recovery room if he was in pain.
I felt not much and thought about the great answer I would give her. A long list with things what I would consider as pain. Like pulling my toe nail out, been beaten up with a dog chain.. but she did not really ask me.
Then the moment came they took me back to my room. My throat was hurting badly, someone gave me a tea and another one.. then I wanted to go to the toilet.. I rang.. nobody came.
I decided to get out of bed and see if I can take the infusion with me.. (no change, unless I took the whole bed with me too). At last a nurse came (no nurse on the whole 5th floor of the hospital as I rang. Can you imagine that?).
At 1 pm I left the hospital, stood outside in the sun and drove home.. was there at 1.30 pm.
The hospital gave me a paper. I have to give it to my doctor but I am not allowed to do it at once.. I have to keep it at home for some days first.
On the paper they put the time I was allowed to leave.. 1.30 pm..it's not true.. it's a lie. And the painkillers they gave me (and I never had). Why do they lie?
About 1 hour later my pain started. But the good news is: if I don't breath, stand up, sit down, walk, cough, sneeze, talk, laugh, lay down, turn on my other site I feel great.. well nearly great.
Later my brother gave me the link of a documentary. You will like it, he said.
It's made by Michael Moore according to me one of the less Americans with common sense and a great story teller!
I write him back next day before I drag myself back into bed.
I want my Y's a lot of them. I am back home and had a bad night. Everything was bad, except the fact I had a room for myself. They tried to put the infuse in.. several times.. and wanted to kill me or so..
I told that nurse to use my other arm not the left. Even before she started I asked her: where will you put that needle. Her answer: anywhere I can stick it!.
In the end after a big mess and a lot of pain, in the meanwhile also seeing blue for cold, she decided to wrap my other arm in a warm towel and ask someone else to do it in my right wrist. That was not great too.. as I moved my fingers I felt the needle moving in my wrist.
After that I could wait long and enjoy the cold. Then it was time to climb on the operation bed. A very small one, so it was a smart idea to tie me up on it. As they started the narcose fluid it did hurt terrible. This was also one of the less times I cursed very loud!
I wanted to ask that doctor something about my surgery but he was suddenly gone, washing his hands. I was happy to fall asleep.
First thing I thought as I put my mind together was: I am not feeling cold anymore and after that I knew some great sentences in Hungarian. Wow I can say how I feel and that it's hurting and I want to sleep in Hungarian!
I heard the nurse ask the man lying next to me in the recovery room if he was in pain.
I felt not much and thought about the great answer I would give her. A long list with things what I would consider as pain. Like pulling my toe nail out, been beaten up with a dog chain.. but she did not really ask me.
Then the moment came they took me back to my room. My throat was hurting badly, someone gave me a tea and another one.. then I wanted to go to the toilet.. I rang.. nobody came.
I decided to get out of bed and see if I can take the infusion with me.. (no change, unless I took the whole bed with me too). At last a nurse came (no nurse on the whole 5th floor of the hospital as I rang. Can you imagine that?).
At 1 pm I left the hospital, stood outside in the sun and drove home.. was there at 1.30 pm.
The hospital gave me a paper. I have to give it to my doctor but I am not allowed to do it at once.. I have to keep it at home for some days first.
On the paper they put the time I was allowed to leave.. 1.30 pm..it's not true.. it's a lie. And the painkillers they gave me (and I never had). Why do they lie?
About 1 hour later my pain started. But the good news is: if I don't breath, stand up, sit down, walk, cough, sneeze, talk, laugh, lay down, turn on my other site I feel great.. well nearly great.
Later my brother gave me the link of a documentary. You will like it, he said.
It's made by Michael Moore according to me one of the less Americans with common sense and a great story teller!
