So... this is the first time that I've let myself stay in front of the computer for some time since my surgery. Heck, I could barely move properly afterwards so I guess since I'm somewhat a lot more mobile than I was before, it makes sense that I put some thoughts downon "paper".
As previously discussed (naks!), I was admitted to the hospital the day before the surgery so I could have some rest, since getting admitted was an event and a headache all by itself. Gods, it took us half a day to get me admitted, like 8am to 12nn. Is it just me or are they really slow and inefficient?
So, after which, on the day of the surgery itself, I had to have an IV drip, just dextrose and I had to take half a pill of something that the nurses said would keep my stomach from eating itself since I'll be under for quite some time. And yeah, you have to be totally naked under the hospital gown. The surgical team just pushed down the gown so they could have a clear area of my throat anyway. It was funny, coz I didn't really expect to be unconscious that fast... it was like after my 4th inhale of the mask the anesthesiologist -- who was really nice, unlike that anesthesiologist in the other hospital, and she was interested in my toy Scrat (Ice Age 2) -- and the next thing I knew, I was waking up and thrashing about in the Recovery Room. I wasn't really myself I think until the 2nd day, coz I just felt woozy and dizzy.
Ah well... yada yada yada then I went home to rest. The End.
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Resting for a long time is boring. Not being able to move about on your own is not cool. I guess that's why I'm kinda pushing myself a little so I could do things on my own already. I still have to watch it when I move or how I move, but I guess it's okay, as long as I get to my baseline ASAP.
It's a recently discovered thing that I don't really like not doing anything much. It could have much to do not having cable TV or internet access (but this one's been fixed, if only I could squeeze in between my nephews and their online game RAN), but I do have reading material. Never mind that I've read all of them and am now re-reading them.
I want my own computer. I want my laptop. I want to write my stories.
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Dreams...
Oh yeah *silly grin*
I dreamt I was in the hospital, sleeping. I was just about to wake up when he came in and put his arms around me. There was murmured conversation, some smiles and touches, then he helped me sit up and he gave me something. All I know was that I was glad he was there and happy with what he gave me. I think I may have said his name out loud, but I can't be sure.
I don't actually remember a whole lot of the details but all I know is that he played an important part in the dream and in the series of dreams that followed that same night.
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I think I'll be going to Manila next week for a follow-up blood test. I think my system's adjusted to the loss of my right thyroid and I'm hoping like hell that my T3 and T4 are within normal limits so I don't have to take L-thyroxine tablets for the rest of my life. Really detest taking medicine, even vitamins and supplements. Heck, my vitamin B complex tablets taste like eurgh.