I survived my first surgery.
I wasn't nervous till we got near the freeway exit heading towards the hospital yesterday afternoon. I'd been anxious, especially because I wasn't able to eat all day and by 2pm I just wanted to have the surgery so I could wolf down a cheeseburger or something, but the nerves didn't kick in till the hospital was in sight. Everything went well. The hardest part was the IV, I'm not a fan of needles and that stinks for a girl with "hard to find veins." I got pretty queasy after the 4th try. 2nd guy making the attempt asked me if I was going to my happy place since I was starring off into space, I graciously said "yes" and didn't confess that I was cursing him out in my head. Once the sleepy time meds hit my bloodstream I have no idea what the next 3 hours consisted of. The Dr. told my mom and Devin what he'd accomplished. I guess my tendon was hanging on by a thread and I had enough bone fragments and spurs to make a golf ball out of. Ew.
Now the fun part. Remote control, Laptop, Vicodin, and pillows.
Seriously, could my cast BE any bigger??
Elijah is being so loving and sweet. Wanting to be by my side. I had to snap a couple pictures of my little caretaker with the dried milk on his face.
Of course he wanted a turn behind the camera.
Patient in recovery, greasy hair and all.