Day 3

DISCHARGE DAY

I woke up at 3 in the morning in incredible pain. I hurt and ached allllllll over. The nurse gave me some liquid Vicodin and a shot of something that wiped it out and I was good again.

I got settled down and could hear a man yelling down the hallway. "Shut up, Idiot!" I mutter. "Use the call button like I did."

I ask the morning nurse when I am going home, and she said today or tomorrow if needed. Oh. Okay.

The P.A. from Dr. Ali's office stopped in. Told me I was going home today. I asked when and she told me anytime after 10 A.M. I called Husband and mother to tell them I am coming home! Woo Hoo!

Some dummy comes in to bring me breakfast. Yeah, like I get to eat. Take it away, asshole.

Hubby shows up. Other than disconnecting my IV (but leaving the needle in my hand), there is no evidence that I am going home. Hubby helps me get dressed. Helps me get prepared to go. We are waiting and waiting and waiting.....uh, sound familiar?

I finally got a nurse to remove the IV needle and demanded more drugs so I could make the trip home. Then the wheelchair doesn't show up. Hubby goes to the nurses station and they ignore him. So, in his usual asshole way, he grabs a wheelchair and gets me into it. The CNA comes racing in....."We are leaving!" husband tells her. I get nervous when he gets like this.

We wheel out of there and get me into the car. I don't remember much of the trip home. Thank goodness for drugs.

Took a shower, tried to get into bed. The bed is too high. Hubby and mother take the mattress off the rails and put it on the floor. I still cannot lay in it for the pain in my abdomen. That is when I parked my butt in the recliner in front of the TV. The "throne" I like to call it.

Pain is unbearable. What they gave me at the hospital has worn off and the prescription I have is not strong enough.

I don't feel as though I am starving. I am barely even hungry. All I know is I just HURT!