At some point on Tuesday night, my favorite nurse Brooke snuck me some food. I was to have NOTHING but water until Wednesday, when they'd open it up to a clear liquid diet- FUN, right? NO. I was starving. The last meal I'd had was Monday at 12. Brooke trusted me and what I was telling her, and got me some crackers and apple juice- both of these were no no's. But I am a rubber ball, and some calories could only help me. If i wasn't pukey feeling, I would digest it and it would help. I was so happy.
The surgeon came in, I am unclear on what day it was now...and I was showing off for him and told him how hungry I was and how I'd eaten crackers and juice, sending Brooke almost on top of me trying to cover my mouth with her hands. : ) I apologized for throwing her under the bus, and Dr. Awesome agreed that he'd put in orders for regular diet on Wed instead of clear liquids.
On Wednesday I also convinced them to take the catheter out- I needed to get up and out of that bed. I knew it was going to hurt but my butt was numb.
There is really no describing what it feels like, on the inside. It's different than the hysterectomy in some ways- it hurt more to SIT--like hurt on the inside to sit...but ...well, it's just interesting. It hurts.
But I know that being up helps, so we walked laps after Brooke and Cullen got my favorite shirt on me, and every time I got up to pee I'd try to do a lap.
I had a new roommate who I love too, and will tell you about later. I'm so pooped typing this, I have to go nap.
Love you! More later.
One kidney-ed Me
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