I had my pre-op appointments for my surgery today. I’d say it was painless but it wasn’t. They drew blood . I’m not a huge fan of needles. The hospital is huge on using relaxation techniques for pain relief as much as possible (if it’s something the patient is open too) so I did get an eye pillow with lavendar in it. I love it!! It was worth them sucking my blood. I also got a CD that will help calm me before, during and after the surgery. I’m going to listen to it and see if I like it. She had me listen to a smidge of it and I’m kinda iffy because it’s a woman talking. I am good with soothing classical music but not so much people talking me through relaxation. I also got a prescription for a stronger pain med. Kevin is filling it for me right now because my tummy isn’t happy. I have a heating pad on it so it’s not killing me.
So, I’m ready for the surgery. I would like to get my house cleaned up and get my homework ahead a bit beforehand. I’m not worried that that will get done. I will go into work Monday just in case my assistant has any last minute questions.
Okay…I do have a huge vent though. My adopted mother: I love her to death but I have always felt like it was all about her. She adopted this motherless child who was abused as a child. So everyone praise her. She grew up abused and unable to have a child so pity her. She got a teaching degree so deserves a pedestal. I’m not being snide. She is really like that. If anyone says, “Oh yeah! I did that too,” her response would be ”Well, it couldn’t have been as good/bad/wonderful as my experience.”
Well, I have this dilemma on Wednesday. It’s nothing big and I know it will work out fine. Kevin has a test & a job interview on Wednesday morning. We don’t know how long it will take and I should get released from the hospital at sometime during the day. My mother-in-law will have 3 of my kids (Matty will be with his grandparents). My best friend left for a mission trip to Guatemala today.
All I have left is my mom. So I called her this morning to see if she could get the day off to be with me. She teaches 1st grade at a Catholic private school. Her response: “Oh shit. Well, I guess I’ll check with (the principal) and see what is going on at the school.” That kind of response really makes me feel like spending the day after surgery with her. All I’m sure she will do is whine. She will have nothing to do. She will be bored. She will be hungry. I’m sure she will bitch about everything and how inconvenienced she is. I really hope she has to be at school now.
Anyway, other than my mommy woes I’m ready to get this party started
I can’t take any kind of aspirin for a week before the surgery which I’m in the middle of right now. So no Aleve or IB800′s for me. Lortabs won’t work for me. So I was given Hydrocodone for a pain med.
Well, I didn’t think about it but I’m recovering from a cold and have been using Aleve Cold & Sinus. It came time for me to take some more and it dawned on me that I can’t take it. I have nothing for this stinkin cold now. And my throat is KILLING me . I can’t talk, eat anything with a hard consistency, laugh, sing. It’s going to be a long, painful, quiet weekend.