Last night I got ready for sleep, having taken a dose of lorazepam and selecting the music I wanted to listen to through the night. All was good. Then, the medication nurse came in and said, I need a sample from you before two o’clock. If you can’t do it, we will go in and get it. WHAT. After my surgery I wore a catheter for the time I was in the ICU, but the thought of someone here performing such a procedure gave me the shudders. So I started drinking a quart of water and was able to perform solo in about an hour. Finally, sleep.
Just before four o’clock I hear someone calling my name in the dark. Here comes a med tech with his box of goodies and announces that he needs to take blood. I say good luck; I’m a hard stick. I wasn’t sure whether he believed me as they seem not to and then are unpleasantly surprised at how bad my veins are. Heck, in the hospital the IV had to go in my foot because they could not get a decent IV vein. So he proceeded to search for a viable vein, and, surprisingly, he stuck me only twice. As happens frequently with me, sometimes they get a vein but it refuses to give up any blood. The second stick in the back of my hand worked.
I tried to fall back to sleep after that, but there was activity in the room with my roommate, and I just could not get comfortable again. So this morning I’m dragging a bit. My aid brought me coffee, though, so I’m trying to wake up and feel a sense of humanness. Today, I begin my OT and PT training, so I want to be ready to go for that. I think I will want to go in the morning and get it over with by the afternoon. If they have exercises for me to practice, then I will have time to do them in the afternoon after lunch. I am expecting to exhibit great potential followed by high levels of achievement. Well, that’s the plan in my head. Think big.
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