So I was finally admitted to my room around 12:15 this morning.  It’s a cute room.  My nurse took me on a tour of the floor then ran through questions, vital signs, hospital protocol and the like.  After that I was able to unpack my thing and get settled in.  I was feeling totally fine other than my chest where my new port is.  The local anesthetic had worn off and it was super sore.  I was given some Oxycodone which only helped a little.  In the middle of the night the nurse asked me if I wanted a Morphine drip.  Sure I do!  It seemed slightly excessive for my level of pain, but I really wanted to sleep.  Well, it worked like a charm.  Up until this morning when I had 2 cups of water and promptly threw them up.  I felt better after that so I nibbled slowly on the bagel I ordered.  10 minutes later that came up to.  Note to self: taking Morphine for soreness, is not worth it.  I’m starting to feel less sore so I just opted for no drugs at all.

Around 2ish, I was finally able to get down some tea and crackers.  So I went for the gold and ordered a grilled cheese (not as good as Nana used to make, but it did the trick).  Did I tell you that you order your food like room service here?  Anytime, I want to eat, I just pick up the phone and order what I want from the menu.  It’s fabulous.

Oh and remember those lumens I was talking about all lighthearted yesterday?  Yeah, they are all fun and games when they are just hanging around unconnected.  Today I was permanently tethered to my medicine pole (is there a more official name for that thing?), for better or worse, until I get out of here.  It comes with me on walks, it comes with me to the bathroom, to the shower, to bed.  It’s like a puppy that follows you everywhere, but it’s not cute and doesn’t cuddle.  Sully and I held a competition on what we should name the pole, and Poley McPoleface won in the ballots.

For those of you who were surprised about the name of my medicine poll, I ask you read this article:

CNN Boaty McBoatface Article