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Waking up from the surgery was no where near as freaky as when I woke up from my wisdom teeth.  Maybe since I was staying the night they didn't just shoot me full of adrenaline like at the orthodontists.  Maybe they did but the extra 50 pounds absorbed it better who knows.  I do know that as opposed to being freaked the hell out I was lucid, knew where I was and could even answer questions.  I could hear the nurses saying to go get my husband but he was at work, or rather was supposed to be, one kept saying he was in the waiting room and I said no he is at work, so they went to check and sure enough he wasn't there...um someone might have mentioned he wouldn't be.  So I told them that there were instructions to call him after the surgery in my chart but instead they just asked me his number.  I actually gave it to them area code first, which if you ask me is sooo much more impressive then drunk dialing (which btw pisses Dave off to no end..don't do it, even if you want a ride home cause you aren't allowed to come home drunk remember, you sleep where you lay)  Anyhow, they called him and I was only half right, he wasn't in the waiting room cause he had taken his laptop out to the car.  He couldn't concentrate at work so he had come back to the hosputal and sat in the waiting room.  My hero.  The details from here are fuzzy, I said a bunch of stuff that the nurses laughed at and I apparently flipped Dave off a few times, for what I can't remember but I am sure he said something sassy.  He is like that.  My 3 hour surgery had actually lasted something near 5 or 6 hours.  I kept trying to sleep in recovery but my oxygen was low so they kept waking me up to tell me take deep breaths and pissing me off.  They were trying to find me a room and told me it was possible I would have to sleep in the hall, but thankfully they found me a bed.  I really honestly can't remember if Dave went up to my room with me, but I think he did. 

I was in and out and really tired when they took me up but then I got to my room where my roommates family had no respect for the person in the next bed and were loud as hell.  They had a little guy that kept running into my area, but that I didn't care about, I have kids I know they are nuts.  Around 8:45 her phone started ringing.  She wasn't answering and it rang non-stop until the time they turn the phones off.  I was seriously annoyed but to out of it to do anything.  In fact it took until 10 to realize I had no call button.  I asked my rude ass neighbor if she could call the nurse to which she ignored me.  So I looked around until I found the phone and called the operator, got transfered to the nurses station and then requested my nurse.  The night staff was pretty rude, which was a surprise because I have usually found the night staff to be the best group.  With both kids and when my son was in the hospital the night nurses were really awesome.  These nurses must have been given a crabby pill.  My nurse came in and he was an East Indian fellow who was very nice but unfortunately in my  drug filled STARVING state, I really couldn't understand much.  Did I mention nobody would feed me?  I will get back to that.  He came in and told me that he heard I needed him and that I should use my call button.   I told him I would love to but that I didn't have one.  He said uh yeah and I said uh no, this went on for a minute or so until I finally said, look I have one but I can't reach it look, LOOOOOK it is on the wall behind me.  I can barely move my lips to be telling you this, HOW AM I GOING TO REACH IT.  He finally got it, and apologized that it wasn't handed to me, which now that I am thinking, it may have been but a certain hubby that had been watching TV may have put it up on the hanger instead of on my bed.  Did you do that babe?  Did you?  Anyhow I asked the nurse for three things in this order, Drugs, Diet Pepsi, Food.  I got Vicodin, some lemon lime crap, I think Sierra Mist and some stupid graham crackers.  Also some water please.  Oh and is it hot to you, I am dying.  He agreed it was really hot and he would ask they turn the AC down a bit.  After that I slept.

I woke up around 1:30 or 2 and I was still sweating like a cow and my bed was wet.  Again I called the nurse.  I asked for a dry bed, drugs and food.  He helped me out of my bed and checked my cath to see if it was leaking, no it was just ass sweat.  He gave me drugs and more of those stupid crackers.  I guess I should mention that I had sneaked a few slim fast bars in just in case, cause I know how they starve you there.  However I couldn't really reach them with my cath in, I did eat one when Dave was still there to hand it to me, but lets face it when you haven't eaten in 18+ hours 200 calories isn't enough.  I knew I had another in my bag but I couldn't reach it and it was killing me.  The night was pretty much routine, drugs, drains, crackers.  I will spare you about the drains unless you want to ask me.  Finally thought it was morning which meant BREAKFAST.  Which I started asking for a 6.  Um, fat starving girl here food please.  First I had to see the doctors.  A whole team of them.  They came in at 7ish and removed my bandages and drains and cath and stuck me in my bra.  Pretty much my first course of action after this was to run to the bathroom, pee and look at my boobs. 

I stood there in front of the mirror, a little afraid of what I would see.  I had seen some after pictures online where in basically looked like someone beat the girl with a bat and stitched her up with a fish hook and fishing line.   Needless to say that I was terrified of what I would see, but I had to look.  So to opened my bra and.......