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:
