There was a Dr. Oz on with Monica Lewinsky, I wanted to see what in the Lords Name she had to talk about.( Forever, I have had a few questions for her) I don't watch Dr. Oz, don't know what kind of show he has, but I needed to hear from that girl!!
Well during this time, I was getting ready to have total hip replacement surgery, so I was ready but aware. Always aware, that when they give you Michael Jackson juice, you may not wake up, so I reflect good things before going under.
Now can you see where this is going?
I am very particular about what, I see and hear. It stays in my brain for a long time, and I don't ever know its Pop Out date!! So before surgery I wanted to think of beautiful things, I had a list, going into the operating room.But....low and behold, what came into my mind that Monica L!! You see I had tuned into the taped show for just a few minutes, before I was ready to scream, she was talking about being bullied?? I screamed, " Why did you keep the dress?? Who does that? No one keeps soiled sex clothes!!!"I turned it off, and realized at that point, this would come back to haunt me.
So early Monday, about four weeks ago, they wheel me into surgery, after the spinal did not take. Continued to fuss with me, with total disregard about my being there! I finally asked what they were doing with my feet, I felt like they were putting ski boots on me, they all stopped. Then a rather large, obnoxious male nurse, pinched me and said "What did I just do to you?" I half sat up and said, " You pinched me on my leg!" He screamed , " Her spinal did not work, intubate her!" " WAIT, I have to get good thoughts in my head", I whispered, no one was listening. That is when it came, " Why did you save the dress?" Oh no, no, no , then it was lights out....They never once explained anything to me, or said sorry the spinal did not work, now we will have to put you under. Maybe, are you OK, with these changes, or do you have any thoughts that you need to drum up in your head for a peaceful sleep!! Everyone is in such a hurry, and I was just a number on the gurney that day. It should never be so hurried, and I needed calm and a few more minutes!!
I like the hospital, and my doctor, but they have some flaws in the system.
Needless to say, I woke up, thanks be to God, and the universe. I just lay there, not doing too much, and finally asked Dr. Bill, my true physician, to get me a pumpkin latte at the near Starbucks. He came back with one, and I drank it in one gulp...that is when PT decides to teach me how to walk. I walked to the bathroom with my daughter Emma, and Mr. PT man, with my gown covering nothing!! The PT man, said "Oh wait, let me get you another gown to cover your backside!" I told him, that it wasn't necessary I have no modesty, and I feel like i may vomit. That is when people started running, because a Venti Pumpkin Latte, coming out like Reagan in the Exorcist, is never a good thing. This went on for a long time, My PT person was sweating bullets, he may never be the same. However I passed his little test, and he left others to clean up the mess. Then came the OT to teach me how to get dressed, I have not had a moments peace. I passed her test, and then they decide to let you go home. God forbid that you should stay an extra day, they are so afraid the the flesh eating bacteria is waiting to jump on you, little did they realize I drowned that stuff an hour earlier.
We all went home, and the journey continues.
Pain trumps Trump, and that makes me happy. It is all you can think about when every movement is agony. I am walking good, I go see the good doctor, Tuesday, and am so grateful to not have that joint pain I have had for over five years. It is still not an easy process, but I keep moving forward.
I am forever aware, that you need to surround yourself with good thoughts, people, places, tastes, music, healing sunshine, good reading material. You never know when some will yell " Intubate her" and all you can think about is an idiot who kept a sperm covered dress!!
Peace
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