#18 That Night

I find it odd that the nurses are required to go around and wake you up in the middle of the night to check your stats.  This happens twice for me, and twice for my roommate.  I suppose it’s better than you suffering but there really isn’t “a whole lot of sleepin’ goin’ on!” 

My bed is close to the door and there’s a young woman in the bed near the window.  Every time someone comes in or leaves, everyone wakes up.  They must have made a mistake putting me in a semi-private room when my coverage is ward.   I hope they don’t realize their error for awhile.  I’m not ready to pay $215 a day for a semi-private room. I can’t imagine what it would be for a private room in here.

As I try to adjust my position I’m painfully reminded that I have stitches in my abdomen.  ‘Ouch, maybe that isn’t a move that I should try just yet. Lie still now and try to sleep.’

Sleep does come in short bursts but a hospital is neither a quiet nor a restful place.  I’m glad that I remembered to pack a pair of ear plugs in my bag.  They work rather well for me and when people come around to wake me up to check on things, I actually have to take them out to hear what they’re asking me.  Morning finds me awake but not very rested.

Everything that happened for the balance of the day after my surgery is a bit of a blur so Mike has since filled me in on the details. He went to visit his mom upstairs when we parted company at the O.R. door and later came back to the second floor to wait for my surgery to finish up.  The surgeon came out about 4:45 to say everything went well and I’d be going into Recovery shortly. Mike came to see me there around 5, but I was still asleep and the nurse told him to give me a couple of hours.  When he came back to Recovery at 7 they told him that I was already upstairs in my room.