Musings from a hospital stay.

So, as I write this I lay in a hospital bed, I haven't slept in something like 2 days, I've been eating hospital food, and oh...did I mention, I'm missing a tiny little organ otherwise known as the appendix?

It was cut out last night, when I went into the hospital in pain. Too much pain to even sleep. I'd woken up to what I thought would just be a simple enough stomach ache, I thought I'd be able to sleep it off. But rather, I tossed and turned in my bed from 2 pm until 1 am, when I finally decided I'd had enough and I needed to go to the hospital.

I don't know what I was expecting, but I've always feared that one of these days I'd end up with appendicitis, and boy, was I right.

A "pee-in-the-cup", blood test and CAT scan later, I was carted off to surgery. They knocked me clean out, nice and neat, cut out the offending organ (which I've heard was pretty bad-looking, apparently going rotten inside my body. Blech.) and then woke me up and sent me off to recover.

And, I've had a very localized, very uncomfortable pain just over my right hip ever since. The downside, this makes it hard to laugh much, makes it hard to get up to do anything, and without an ice pack and lots of percoset, it hurts even if I lay still.

On the plus side, most of Friday I wasn't alone, I had many visitors. Turns out my massive text-sending was quite a thing for a lot of my friends to wake up to. Scared some, surprised others. Even caused two of said friends to leave work and drive all the way up from Whidbey Island to come and see me, much, much earlier than they were supposed to head up this way. People brought flowers, cookies, green tea...^^; and hugs. And lots of company.

And now, as I type this, I'm alone. Waiting for it to be visiting hours again, waiting to see who shows up to visit today. Waiting to see when I get to go home, if I get to go home today. The IV has been stopped, antibiotics and such no longer annoying the hell out of my arm, but the needle's still there. Just in case, they said.

Mmmhm. And there's a nice fat ice pack over my hip where the incision was. I don't get to see it yet - there's still a bandage. I'm kinda glad, if it looks as bad as it hurts I might just go batshit crazy moreso than I already am being cooped up here not able to sleep and lonely as all hell.

Fortunately, all the staff here are really nice. And really helpful. And before they moved me upstairs, the people taking care of me on the lower floor in east wing were sad because they said "Our favorite patient's being moved!" Awwhs. I feel special. ^^;

Its been years since I've ever been in the hospital, but man does it still feel creepy and scary as it did when I was seven. And back then, I didn't have to have surgery, just a whole lot of tubes stuck down my throat and needles poked in my arms.

Oh, and male nurses still creep me the fuck out.