It's very surreal to sit here and watch all of the flood preparation coverage, knowing I can't do anything to help. Kinda speaks to have I have felt most of the summer, being injured and all. Now, here I am, recovering from surgery on Thursday. I know I can't do anything but rest and i know there is a good lesson in all of this helplessness.
Matt has been wonderful. You know true love when they don't even flinch about having to do the gross things. I was really sick yesterday. My local anestesia wore off about 7pm on Thursday and by 10pm i couldn't put any weight on my foot. Matt grabbed the desk chair and wheeled me into the bathroom so i could get ready for bed and then rolled me into the bedroom and helped me into bed. He slept on the couch because he didn't want to hurt me while we were sleeping. I was in so much pain, i thought about upping my dosage to 2 pills instead of the one but, being the worryer i am, i was afraid i might die alone in my bed so i decided to wait until morning to try 2.
I set an alarm for 3:15am so take another pill and went back to sleep. I woke again around 6:30 knowing that it'd be time to take more medicine soon. I texted Matt to see if he was awake. I also texted Jilli to see if she was up. I didn't hear back from either of them and i dozed off again. I woke again at 7:10 and called Jilli. She answered saying she was awake and i asked her to have papa come in. He peeked his head in and I asked if he would make me some oatmeal. I grabbed the pills and took 2 and swallowed them with water as Matt brought in a cup of coffee. I took a couple of sips and then....
My mouth started filling with saliva, a sure sign puke was on it's way. I remember Mom always telling us to puke into the blanket instead of getting up and puking all the way to the bathroom. I had JUST washed my bedding the day before surgery so i'd have a clean place to recover and i didn't want to have to wait to launder them. Getting up wasn't an option since my foot was hurting worse than when i went to bed. I remembered that right outside my bedroom door sat an empty ice cream bucket I had filled with soapy water to wash the stairs after i ripped up the carpet last tuesday. I called Matt on the phone and asked him to bring it to me and as soon as it was in my hand, I puked up both pills, the water and the sips of coffee.
Now my head hurt and was pounding from all the pressure and my foot was aching and i knew there was nothing i could do to make it feel better unless I could get some medicine in me. Matt called the doc's office but they weren't in until 8. When the oatmeal was ready he brought it in for me. I tried to eat it but just wasn't happening. I had a few small bites and set it next to the coffee i hadn't touched again.
After Matt took Isaac to school, he came in to check on me and suggested toast might help. Toast sounded good so off he went and i got myself sat up in bed so i could eat and take another pill. I was ready to get rid of the pain. The first few bites were like heaven. I love toast but i don't eat it very often because it gives me heartburn. I had a whole piece and thought about texting to see if Matt would bring me the cinnamon but decided against that. I had a few bites of the next half when i knew it was coming back up :( Matt had taken the bucket out after i threw up the first time. This time i just puked on the plate....a paper plate mind you. I managed to get it over on the nightstand and just prayed that i wouldn't barf more than the plate could hold. Matt heard me and ran in with the bucket and i felt so bad that he had to clean it up. He told me later that i have great aim.
I just laid there and cried for a while. I texted my mom to tell her i was sick...sometimes you just need someone else to know. plus i knew she'd be praying for me. i dozed off for a while and then my phone rang. It was the foot doc's nurse. She seemed surprised that i was so sick and it felt very dismissive. I asked her to see if there was something else i could take for the pain. She talked to the doc and then called me back and said i was to unwrap the outer bandage on my foot. I was panicked because i didn't want to unwrap anything or even touch it! She also suggested I try to take 800mg of advil if i could get some food down. I got off the phone and felt even worse because i felt dismissed. like my sickness wasn't a big deal and i just had to get over it.
I took off the bandage and did feel a little better but by this time, my head was so bad and my neck was hurting from being in bed. I was a mess. I wanted to watch the news conference at 10 so i toughed it out in bed until then. Matt came in to watch it with me. about 20 mintues into it i had to go to the bathroom (i was putting it off as long as possible since didn't wanna be on my foot) and so we just planned for me to go out to the couch. It was nice to have a change of scenery and my neck felt a little better being able to sit in a different position. Matt suggested naked spaghetti and that sounded good, too! I was feeling hopeful that i could eat and then take some pain killers and finally start to feel better. I was so hungry and that first bite....mmmmmmm. I quickly grabbed another forkfull and Matt warned me to slow down. I tried...but man i was hungry. I was also thankful that Matt brought the puke bucket out when he transfered my "nest" from the bedroom to the living room. :( There i go again.
By now, i was feeling deserate, my head, neck, stomach and foot pain threatened to drag me downward. Matt brought ice for my foot and put an icepack behind my head. I concentrated on breathing in 4 counts, holding it for 7 and exhaling for 8.
When I woke up, my stomach was growling. Matt asked if i wanted some sprite. Jillian came home from youth group saying they had a bunch of leftover pop so she brought 6 cans of sprite home. Sprite tastes better when you throw it up so i was all for that. He also prepared a little cup of wild rice for me to try. Finally, i was able to eat some rice and keep it down. After eating half of it, i took 4 advil and ate as many bites as i could and waited. Nothing happened. Finally! I relaxed a bit into the couch when my phone rang. Of course it was plugged in at the opposite end of the couch.
I manuvered my way down to answer it and it was one the nurses from Mercy. Her name was Ashley. She asked me what my pain level was and was shocked when i said 8. I explained to hear about my morning and she felt so bad. She said "we don't want you to be in pain or sick!" and that blessed me so much, just knowing that they really do care about people and want to help them have the easiest recovery. Too bad the first nurse wasn't as caring as her! She told me it takes about 30 mintues for a medicine to kick in once you take it so she was hopeful that the advil would kick in soon to aleveiate some of the pain. If it did, she encouraged me to try to eat again and then try another loratab. If i was still sick, she told me to call the doctor's office and ask if he could presribe me something else for the pain. If it did work, she encouraged me to make sure to eat something first and take the pill every 4 hours to stay ahead of the pain. I was so relieved to have some solid advice and feeling like someone really cared.
She asked if there was anything they could have done to improve my experience at the hospital and i told her that it went above my expectations and everyone put me at ease and cared. I have a lot of respect for those nurses that really love on their patients. What a difference we can make by showing love.