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Road To Recovery ... :)
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Road To Recovery ... :) So, it's been bout 4 days since I got some of the poison cut out of me. Already going stir crazy. Today, started doing some things round the house. Not really supposed to for another 3 days or so. I do much better taking care of people than I do taking care of myself or others. Been stoned on Vicodin up until today - the first day that I didn't take any - YAY!! Uuummm - pretty sure I popped a few stitches ... anywho ... moving on ... Friday morning my D/s Mommy took me to the hospital. It didn't take long at all for me to check in and get taken up. I liked my nurses. It didn't take long for them to think there mite be something different bout us - LOL - too funny! They gave me the gown - said my Mommy could wait outside. Of course, we both we like she's (me) not shy. Hell, I didn't care if the nurse stayed or not - I just wanted this done. Those hospital gowns are tacky - more than tacky. The fashion police should really get involved! Not one of my finest moments, tho, had a get a pic. This is just a part of me, of my life. Memories come in many different shapes and forms. Bring so many different emotions. They put these things on my legs - like a blood pressure cuff type of thingy. Think it was cause of my age? The anesthesiologist asked me a slew of questions - wanted to know bout any marks on my body before we started. Oh, good lordy, thank gawd for the blankets! No idea where I would have even started! Asked bout my piercings and stuff to, just to be sure they were out. One of my docs interns looked like Andy Dick - LOL - too funny! This was a highpoint of my hospital visit. He was pretty kewl. Totally made me and Mommy laff!  As my Mommy put it, I stopped the machine by throwing a wrench under it and put everyone behind schedule. She told me that she was "coffee sympathizing" with me - she wouldn't get ANOTHER cup till they took me off. They were getting ready to put my iv in my rite arm, since we were cutting the left. Of course, I had to say that the doc mite be doing both, cause of the new poison that came over the holiday weekend, even tho he said no already. Uuuummm - yeppers - I can be rather stubborn. The doc comes in, no ... LOL ... just the left arm. But, he drained the rite arm and I have to go back for this ASAP. He told Andy Dick to write a smiley face where they were going to be cutting. Hhe said he was going for a few drinks - LOL - coffee of course! Yeah, the machine stopped!! Back in comes the anthologist and put my iv in. Was having a ton of hot flashes - fucking crazy - UGH! Mommy kept putting blankets on me, taking them off. Then, they put the stuff in my iv, just something to get me relaxed, not necessarily to put me out. Almost immediately, I was like "WOW!!" Next thing I remember is waking up in recovery, groggy, cold, somewhat of a sore throat, hungry. I was a bit unsure where I was - it's a very odd feeling. Started moving round and the nurse came in. Uuuumm - sorta kinda got in trouble already - LOL - was moving round too much and my bandages were getting all jacked up! Mommy came in and sat with her babygirl and fed me grape juice and crackers. Sounds like Romper Room - OMFG - way too funny! Had to get my drugs filled and stopped at CVS. Had a sore throat cause they put a breathing tube or something, down my throat and that I mite be nauseas. Had to wait for the script and parked. I knew that I was going to get sick, so I went into the bushes. Once I got my Vicodin, my world was so much better. Mommy tucked me in, then came up later and spoon fed my some applesauce - LOL - luv her oodles and oodles! She is so good to me! She took care of dinner for everyone. We stayed up coloring - so much fun! Tucking me in, she went off to bed. By the time I woke up on Saturday morning, Mommy was gone and one of my D/s sisters was here. Okies - I can cook - but - she can COOK! She make everyone sausage and gravy and scrambled eggs and bread. My hubby commented "that she is a great fucking cook! He can't wait till my she comes back to help after my next surgery - LOL - too funny! She also made a kick-ass dinner. Later bout 10ish, she left. I colored, listened to my I-POD, started a story. Took Vicodin. Slept. And, repeat. My bandages had to be changed twice before they were really allowed to come off. Hot flashes - nasty ones - peeled them rite away from my skin while I slept a few times. Mommy changed them once and my sister also once. On Sunday, it was finally time to officially take the bandages off. My rite arm had packing - I was terrified at the bad pain this would bring taking it out. My hubby felt so sad for me. Inch by inch, he pulled. My sad tears, sobbing and screams drowning out his singing of "You Are My Sunshine". Every time I thought it was over, he pulled again and out came more packing. It was like a snake - I wasn't a happy camper - not at all! Tears were streaming down my cheeks! When I gained my composure back, we did my left arm. Peeling away the little gauze tape, my hubby was ever so careful. When I saw the stitches, I cried sad tears. Being sewn back together - makes Chucky or something. It's so awkward. I couldn't wait to get a shower - my hair was matted. My hubby stayed with me the whole time. Of course, he offered to wash me, my hair. OMFG - NO WAY! If I am going to have a man wash me, my hair, it's going to be more on a romantic side as opposed to me being helpless to tend to my own personal stuff. Even tho I didn't want him to, the fact that he wanted to, this is what means the world to me. Anyone who doesn't want to be in my life and support me when I look like death warmed over, when I am cranky and sad, they don't deserve to be in my life when I am all happy and stuff, when I have my hair done and make up on. Last nite, I put all my piercings back in. My boobs - no problem - I always do these myself. Hubby helped me with my girly bit piercing, however, as always, it takes a while for to screw the ball on ... I am like soaked on a constant and continual basis - LOL - and definitely more sexual than ever! Apparently, not every woman lacks lubrication and looses her sex drive!!!!! Follow up visit with the doc next week. Once I heal, have to do this whole thingy over. Hate doing thru this - but I hate the poison that stores itself in my body even more ... Starting to feel like me again. In no time, I will be totally up and running!     In Luv, Lite, Laffter ... |
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I never did understand the gown thing I hated it when I was in the hospital last year. Don't compromise yourself! You are all you've got!
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Well I'm so glad to hear that your home and recovering my friend..here's to a speedy recovery.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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I am thinking of you and hoping all goes well for you. you are fortunate to have someone to care for you
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Wish mine had been planned it was emergency but least maybe scrub bottoms so my dick didn't hang out all the time Don't compromise yourself! You are all you've got!
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