Once I got up to 2 North, the aide who drove my bed to my room, tied my gown for me since the ER nurse never did that for me. I was checked in to the room, vitals were taken, and questions were answered.
I finally was able to get some sleep after being awake for 23 hours.
3 and ½ hours later, I was woken up by one of the nurses I believe or room service. I was a little out of it. Both showed at about the same time, so I don’t know which one woke me up.
Anyway, I ordered my breakfast. I know I was out of it but did the best I could when ordering the meal.
The room service young lady was back about a half an hour later and told me that I was not supposed to have any food or liquid because my stomach needed to be empty. I was confused so she got the nurse. The nurse had just been told that I might be able to have the surgery that day instead of on Sunday. She was waiting for confirmation.
Since I couldn’t eat and nothing to do but wait, I decided to do my sub plans. I was almost done with my schedule when all the sudden an aide came into my room. He was ready to transfer me to the surgery. The surgery was going to occur within the next hour. They needed to get me prepped for the surgery.
I had to call Hubby to tell him to get his butt down to the hospital. The phone call woke him.
Then I had to call my mother-in-law, so she could take care of the boys for us.
Since I did not have any more time, I made a post on Facebook telling everyone that I was going into surgery, so I could have prayer or good thoughts.
I was wheeled down to surgery area. The aide was excellent because he talked to me the whole way down so that I wouldn’t be scared.
Once I got down there, it was a matter of them asking me questions some of them repetitive by multiple medical personnel. They needed to make sure I didn’t have any jewelry, dentures, etc.… that could be lost or cause problems during the surgery.
I also spoke to the anesthesiologist and one of his assistants. They needed to make sure I was aware of the risks of the anesthesia.
One of the gentleman who was going to be helping with my surgery lives in the same town as me. He does not live that far from where I do.
Finally, the surgeon came and told me about the procedure that was going to be done. After she talked to me, she prepped for the surgery. While I was waiting I got to watch two medical personnel bring in a portable x-ray machine and attempt to give another patient an x-ray. (I did not see the patient just the machine and the gentleman.) I also watched the clock in the middle of the room.
I was wheeled into the operating room. All I can remember is how cold it was in the room, being rolled onto the operating table, my name being said, and then it was lights out for me.
I woke back up where I started the surgery. They needed to make sure I woke up from the anesthesia.
After a little while in that room, I was wheeled back to my room where Hubby was waiting for me.
The gentleman who lived in the same town as I was the one who wheeled me back, so he and Hubby spoke for a few minutes about the town.
The Rest of Saturday
As I said, I wheeled back to my room. Hubby stayed for a while and then left so I could get some rest.
I was in a lot of pain, so a lot of medication was necessary.
The plan was for me to go home that evening. Since my pain was not manageable by Saturday evening, it was decided that I would spend the night.
I had to call my mother-in-law, so she could make sure to get the boys to Sunday school the next day. Hubby was also called so he could bring me a much better pillow than the one I had in the hospital.
Once he came, I finally got up to go to the restroom, something I had not done since my surgery. We also took a lap around the floor. It hurt my abdomen, so I only took one lap. Otherwise I would have taken more laps.
He stayed for an hour or so and then left so I could get some rest. Oh, and he made sure I had my Gatorade before he left.
The Rest of My Stay
The rest of my stay was not very exciting. I slept, attempted to eat, finished my sub schedule, and texted friends and family.
On Sunday morning, I met with the surgeon. She told me that my gallbladder had an infection when it was taken out of my body. It was a good thing I had the surgery on Saturday instead of later in the week.
Finally, I was discharged from the hospital. I was wheeled to my car where I put the seat back as far as I could, so I could lay down while riding home. We got home 2 minutes before the boys did from church.
Kisses were given and asking me how I was doing before then ran off into their rooms. Teenagers and almost teenagers.
The happiest member of my family was our dog. According to Hubby, he walked up and down the hallway looking for me. He stays close to me when I’m in the living room and follows me to the restroom to make sure I am okay.
Thanks for reading about my hospital stay. We really appreciated the nursing staff in 2 North. They were really helpful especially since my IV pole kept going off. I had to call them 10 to 20 times because it stopped beeping. It was because of where my IV was located. If I bent my arm a certain way, it caused a kink in the IV line.
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