Lately I seem to have become someone who spends a great deal of time in hospital beds.
Something I would have liked to have avoided entirely, but that's not going to happen.
So yesterday found me in pre-op, naked except for a thin hospital gown, sitting in a hospital bed.
Yesterday found me answering routine questions about whether I'd eaten or drank anything in the last 24 hours and whether I'd been to West Africa in the last two weeks.
Yesterday found me holding my arm out for the applications of many colored plastic bracelets indicating my various drug allergies, latex allergies, and a warning that this particular limb was off limits until further notice.
Yesterday found me wincing as they tried for an hour to find a "good" vein that didn't collapse when they tried to get an IV started.
Yesterday found me hopped up on albuterol from a pre-surgery breathing treatment designed to help me wake up post-surgery without the huge asthma attack from the last time.
Yesterday found me listening carefully as my surgeon explained about taking additional tissue where the tumor had extended beyond the "margins" of what had been removed last time.
Yesterday found me completely creeped out by the description of how the surgeon planned to insert the mediport by which my chemotherapy will be delivered, and very glad that I would not be awake for that.
Yesterday found me laughing at my anesthesiologist as he asked me if I wanted him to use the "big hammer" or the "little hammer" to knock me out.
Yesterday found me telling my husband that I loved him as they wheeled me back to the operating room to begin.
And yesterday I woke up from surgery in yet another hospital bed, happy to still be alive, even under the circumstances.
Head over to Mamakat's Absitively Wonderful Writer's Workshop. The prompt I used was 5.) Write a post in just 12 lines.