The past week has been a little interesting for me, to say the least. I had a minor surgery done last Tuesday that required general anesthesia and pain meds. I spent all of Monday cleaning the house so my husband wouldn't be overwhelmed with laundry and chores along with the task of keeping up with our 1.5 year old and taking care of me if I needed it. So Monday was rushed. Tuesday came and we dropped our son off with his grandparents early and headed to the hospital. We waited for what seemed like forever for them to get me prepped for surgery and then waited even longer in a holding pre-op room for them to administer the anesthesia and do the actual surgery. I woke up feeling no pain and feeling relatively normal immediately. They wheeled me in a post-op room where we sat for another two hours waiting on my pain meds prescription to be filled. Last surgery I had done there was at the surgery center, not the actual hospital and I liked the surgery center much better!! I was in and out and home in no time there, but at the hospital there were a lot of delays and the nurses were much crabbier there. Josh finally got my script filled and I was medicated for the ride home. We pick up Sawyer and by the time we made it to the house it was late and time to get Sawyer ready for bed. I was a little sad about that, I am not used to spending that much time away from Sawyer. Oh not to mention, I freak out every time I have to be put under with general anesthesia. Yes, I know these people manage airways for a living and they are good at saving lives if something went south BUT I hate, hate, hate the feeling you get knowing that your life is literally in the hands of someone that you don't even know. So I was a little emotional before the surgery. The surgery itself was non life threatening, however having to be intubated and the risk of overdose, etc. just is too much for me to think about. I about bawled when we dropped Sawyer off that morning and I cried in the pre-op room before surgery and made Josh pray out loud for me. Then he kissed me and said, "Nothing will happen to you, but just in case....I love you." Lol....not something you want to hear everyday.
Anyways, Wednesday and Thursday I was on pain meds so the days are kinda fuzzy to me. Thursday night I decided that I was going to wean myself off of the pain medication. Well from then on until yesterday night (a total of 3 days) I paid for that. I am not sure why, but my body is extremely sensitive to pain medicine. I was having some crazy withdrawal symptoms. Insomnia, depression, nausea, rapid pulse, shortness of breath, dizziness, a few other similar things. I was miserable. Last night I almost passed out at church and my heart was beating crazy fast. This morning I woke up and I felt normal and I have stayed that way all day but I have literally spent so much time not being myself that today I almost don't remember who I am. It sounds a little dramatic, but it's the truth. I just feel like it's going to take awhile for me to remember what life was like before those almost 7 days of being sick or totally wiped out from pain meds. So ya, that pretty much sums it up. Not that great.
On a side note, I am extremely thrilled because my little brother Matt now has the ability to Skype! I haven't mentioned him yet. He is in the Marine Corp and this year he graduated from Quantico, VA MSG training school and is now going to be a US Embassy guard for the next 3 years. Every year he will be given a new location, and this July he arrived at his first location which was in Madagascar!! So crazy and awesome for him. So now he lives on the compound there and I think that he is really enjoying it but he just now got internet access to his laptop so he can talk to us. For the past few months we have only been able to communicate via FB messenger so I was so happy to see him! :) I love my brothers, all of them in totally different ways but I love them all very much! We all spent so much time together growing up, so it's hard for me to be away from them. I need to be better at seeing the ones that are here more often. I am really bad about not knowing the value of what I have until it's taken away. So if this blog or myself ever crosses your mind, please say a prayer for him. For his safety, emotional and spirtitual state. I pray for him every night, specifically for those 3 aspects. I worry for him especially since he isn't somewhere that he can be spiritually fed well. I pray that the Lord will live in his heart and shine through him no matter where he is or what he is doing. I am sure that being isolated on a small foreign island can be rough at times. So I will end this entry with this, pray for all the troops. I can't even begin to imagine how hard and discouraging it is for those away from home. God bless them and their families!
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