The next morning I woke up early to see if the surgery had been rescheduled to the next day, or if I was still on for 12pm.
When we got the call, Mom and Dad asked if I could eat, since it was 10am, and the surgery for Nov. 11th wasn’t until 1pm, more than 24hrs away. I got to eat a diet that was for when you had been sick. I ate many waffles, leftover applesauce, and some other stuff. I played Mario Kart with Dad.
The next day was kind of slow. I woke up, took a shower with the disinfecting soap the hospital gave me. Then I colored a picture of a puppy. When we got to the hospital, they took me back into a prep room, and started my IV. They gave me something called versed, which makes you silly and not worried. Mom asked me some questions once I was on it:
“So, what grade are you in?”
I couldn’t annunciate, but I answered: “6th.”
“What instrument do you play?”
“Clarin-eh.”
“Are you qualified to drive a car right now?”
“Yes.” The whole thing was pretty funny. Mom even caught it on video! Then they made me wear a hospital gown, and we met all the doctors involved.
They took me back, put an oxygen mask on me, and then I was asleep.
When I woke up, I was having my vitals checked by a nurse. I asked a see my parents, and she said to give her a minute. Then, she wrote down my vitals and went over and CHATTED with the other nurses! Umm, excuse me, but how is that doing her job and finding my parents! I told my friend L that if I wasn’t on so many drugs at the time, then I would have yelled at her, “Lady, where are my parents???!!!” When she came back ten minutes later, she took vitals again, and I asked again to see my parents, and she asked for another minute. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep before I saw them though.
I don’t actually remember much about anything except that some people came to see me, even Mr. F, who had brought presents from my class. After the surgeries, I came home, enjoyed two of my six Chicken McNuggets, and lay down and napped for hours. I mostly slept for the first few weeks, but Mom eventually started to make me go to bed and get up earlier and earlier.
When I was almost three months post op, I had to go to the ER because I had a kidney stone.
Now I’m four months post op. And allowed to bend, pick up both cats, and sit up in bed!