- Everyone is very friendly. Veeeery friendly.
- Once you're in the operating room, there's no fucking around. I was out cold within 3 minutes or so of being wheeled in. Three hours later I woke up in the recovery room with the worst case of drymouth ever.
- There's always someone who's got it way worse than you so stop feeling sorry for yourself. Like the guy in the bed next to me who was in obvious pain for hours until he finally got to sleep. He required a 24 hour nurse. In the morning they had trouble waking him up. Before I knew what was happening my bed was being wheeled out into the hallway and there are people with machines running around everywhere, trying to revive him. When I checked out a couple hours later they told me he was relatively OK in the ICU.
So stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself.
- Hospital beds are awesome. If I could have stolen it I would have.
- Either no one understands the word 'vegan' or no one reads your dietary preferences on the admittance form. Which ever, it's sort of shockingly disappointing. As I described in a previous post they brought me scrambled eggs, buttered toast and a carton of milk for breakfast. This is in a hospital. With health care professionals.
Really, just a banana and an apple would have been great. Undoably complicated I realize, but it would have been great.
- You can't help but become emotionally attached to your nurse. If she's friendly anyway. She's just there whenever you want her.
- I have a resting heart rate of 46-52 bpm. Which, ahem, is in the top range of a 23 year old athlete. Being significantly older than that, I thought that was alright. And I will quit fucking smoking any day now.
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