Ok, so yesterday morning I had surgery to repair the damage in my leg...the bones weren't fusing together correctly so was repair now...or rebreak later. Rocket science as a decision here right?
So, I wake up from the surgery bawling my eyes out. This one so much worse then the last. New rod, screws through the leg into the bone with a metal medevil contraption halo lookin thing. Throughout the day I keep telling Nurse Hatchett that the pain was out of control. She asks "scale of 1-10" I said 50, she laughed, I cried. she tells me not time for more meds yet. I look at her with disgust. I keep hitting the call button. She comes back in (is she the ONLY nurse on duty?) and threatens to take my call button away because i'm "whining". So, I told her gimme a saw, some screws, piece of metal and a hammer and we'd see how much SHE whined...she hated me. They said I could go last night if I felt up to it, told her now I knew where my drugs were and she should go to na meeting. She didn't find it amusing..but it did make the doc chuckle a tad, at which point I got more meds. So I at least got to sleep. I think she snuck in some drug for sleeping too but I didn't mind, made her life easier for sure! But then they kept trying to wake me up to see how I felt...are they serious? I think sometimes they need to be on the table themselves! Lets see, I was asleep so i'd say I was feeling very little pain...umm duhh! She finally got off shift, and the new one seems nice, we'll see how she is in 8 hours.
