Oh those Hospital Drugs

make you dream really strange dreams. that is what I remember most. but let me start from the beginning. it was an uneventful day, but and interesting one.

we had to be at the hospital by 730 Monday morning. I went in my favorite purple jammies so i wouldnt have to change when i got home. I bought them at costco and they done have them any more. i wish i had bought acouple pair of those.

so we get there, check in and were shortly brought into the get ready for surgery room. (i cant remember the name). they had me change in that OH so sexy backless wrinkled gown and hooked me up to an IV. I was so thirsty and hungry, but I was kinda waiting for the IV cus i knew that would go away when the drip started. What is in that magic bag o liquid that drips into yor veins. Hunger and thirst goes away. I did have to pee three times before surgery though from the drip. When they finally finished having almost every available nurse in the building ask me the same questions over and over, they finally wheeled me into the surgery room.

they talked to me for a few seconds, and i ask them not to strap my arms down until I am asleep. that would give me panic attacks and i would still be scared when i woke up. they agreed not to scare me any more than they had to. then they put a mask over my face, told me it was oxygen. I was looking at the dots on the stainless steel ceiling of the surgery room when I blinked.  then i opened my eyes again and I was done. i was in the recovery room, Just like that! I had to ask the nurse if i was done. I hate this part also.

Whe i wake up from surgery, I tend to panic. I get very disoriented and cant focus. even with the oxygen mask on my face, I couldnt breath. the air in my throat stopped and I felt like I was suffocating. My face itched from the narcotics they gave me. when I tried to scratch my face, the nurse took my hand away and told me I woukld hurt myself If I tried to scratch my face. It was numb and i would know. she kept telling me to relax and breath. I finally was able to breath on my own and she took that wretched mask off.

lets fast forward to coming home. this is getting long. not a whole lot happened in recovery anyway. I just had to be able to keep down a few crackers and not womit it back up. did that. When we got home, i went straight to bed. I thought about going on line to say something, but then i fell asleep and that is how i was all day. and the dreams i had were funny. I know it was because of the good drug they give you in the hospital. When I would wake up on and off all day long, I would remember the dreams, cus they were so strange.

the only two that i do remember were so funny. One was that I had a baby in the hospital. I was carrying it around and talkin to people. I think i tossedit over to john one time also. the other dream that I remember was that I was talking to Jesus. In the flesh. just chatting. about niothing really. I dont remember what we talked about, but it was Jesus, not a look alike. he even had on his robes. I wish i knew what we talked about. 

other than that I just slept all day monday. its wednesday now and i am feeling much better. maybe it had somethng to do with the Jesus dream. Ok, I will end this long story now. hope your week is good. see ya all later