Bless Your Heart

Everything went well at the hospital yesterday. I was in and out within 4 & a half hours. Jon was pretty grossed out with all the tubes and the iv. And the lab lost a tube of my blood so I had to shuffle up and down the hall in my gown and socks carrying my iv bag so I could get to the bathroom to provide a urine sample for pregnancy testing. Apparently they couldn’t take my word that I was not pregnant.

I bled some more yesterday, but as of now it’s pretty much stopped. And so has the cramping. Now my tummy just feels kind of like you do after skiing or some other activity that you do then wake up the next day with aches in muscles you didn’t know you have. Tight and sore, but manageable for sure.

Man, let me tell you how much I love anesthesia. All I remember is the nurse telling me to scooch over from the gurney to the operating table and then I woke up in the recovery room. God bless you anesthesia inventor.

Oh, I’ve got to tell you the cutest thing I saw in the hospital yesterday. I was laying there in pre-op when I saw a nurse pull a wagon through the main area. She put a blanket in the wagon then pulled it out of my sight. A couple minutes later she was pulling the wagon to surgery with this tiny little girl in the wagon holding her teddy bear. What a sweet way to do it, instead of having to ride on some big bed with lights in her eyes, she got to ride to surgery hugging her bear.