Off to the vet for a drop off appointment. She didn’t like that at all. I mean, at all. She had to stay overnight and they gave her fluids because she was dehydrated, did blood work, couldn’t find anything and Jeff brought her home yesterday.
All of this was complicated by the first of my two surgeries. This first one went really well. At first, I was more nervous about Isis than me. But then I had 2.5 hours of waiting before my surgery and a woman, Debbie, came out of her surgery 30 minutes before mine. She disturbed my calm in a big way with her loud moans and cries of “I’m in pain. My stomach! My stomach!” Yeah… you just had outpatient surgery on your stomach. Laparoscopic or not, it’s going to hurt.
So, I got all tense but the nurses quietly assured me that some patients are overdramatic and with the inhibition of sedation, are louder than normal. Still, I really didn’t want to be like Debbie. It was weak and unseemly. I think that’s my own neuroses talking.
When I come out of sedation, it is very important that I know everyone’s name. I don’t know why. I can’t remember people’s names in general. It’s a failing of age, I guess. I used to have a great memory. I know faces, though. Just not names. Thus, I usually ask people their names about 5-10 times after surgery while recovering. Apparently, this amuses the nurses.
I’m home now. Isis is home. She needs reassuring that we love her after sending her out to that noisy place of strangers. I’m doing a lot better than I thought I would be after my surgery. I am sore and still a little nauseated but I have medicine for both.