Sunday June 13, 2010. Started out OK. I had more sleep on our old Value-City 1996 era recliner than I did in the hospital. Sleeping on any form of plastic, with just a thin sheet between your skin and the plastic, has NEVER been a good combination for nocturnal comfort. The mattress AND the pillows. All plastic. Enough to make Nanuk of the North sweat in his sleep. So, imnagine further with me now: a typically too-warm hospital room, outfitted thusly, bring in a very perimenopausal 51 year old female...amd you have all the ingredients present for quite a spectactular meltdown, if not all-out spontaneous combustion.
So-- at least here at home, lots of cotton, a fan, airconditioning and the opportunity to remove clothing as needed without worrying about hourly or bi-hourly visits from myriad staff members checking vitals. Here at home I can stand up and walk to the bathroon without most of the bedding stuck to my behind, trailing like the finest wedding couture. Oh, my.
The pain meds are something else. Oh, I suppose they work well enough...but I don't understand that there are people who take this stuff for "fun"! It makes me very sleepy and slightley incoherent. I'm nodding off now. So much for being bored and wanting to read. I'm not able to stay alert enough to read for very long.
I still have episodes of excruciating pain in spite of all the pain meds. Gives me a whole new perspective on the patient with legitimate pain issues.....and also on those who are just trying to get these drugs for "fun". Head nodding. Will continue soon.
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