I was scared before. but when I "woke up" I was completely out of it. my ankle hurt like nothing had ever hurt before. but I didn't seem to care.
ah, pain medicine.
it didn't take my doc long at all to fix what I had broken in my adventure of last weekend. I was in the surgery center for less than 5 hours. I was home, but still really out of it, that evening.
I had flowers waiting. from work, and from my parents and sister. and him. I had many well-wishers.*
that night I got sick. nothing really helped. until the doctor called in another prescription. then it was better enough to take my pain meds and fall asleep. although restlessly.
I was feeling much better the day after the surgery. had visitors. worked a little. did a few sudoku puzzles. watched a movie or two.
the next morning I woke up not feeling quite right. I got really sick. and the ankle just kept hurting more and more. and more. I couldn't keep even water down. finally, the doctor called back. they switched the pain meds. once I could take them, they seemed to help. some.
my mom's been a godsend. helping me out. going to the pharmacy. getting me water. crackers to take the meds with. trying to make me feel less miserable.
until today, I'd felt on and off nauseous. for days. this morning I even had a little coffee. and tonight, I'm (hopefully) off to see Mr. King. granted, I'll be sitting in a wheelchair instead of up, dancing to the music. but at least I get** to go.
* thanks everyone for your kind words and thoughts, I so very much appreciate it!
**read: at least I think I've talked my mom into letting me go.