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At 3:05, Rex began calling our relatives and some friends.
At 4:00 PM, Rex writes: "Sunny is still not out of recovery. I am wondering if they did not take her advice and cut down on the general anesthesia because she seems to be more sensitive than others to this type of treatment."
For me, I felt, saw, heard, and experienced nothing until shortly before 3:00 PM. At that time, I was being wheeled from the operating room. I opened my eyes and the nurses, seeing that I was waking, rushed me quickly to the recovery room. Here they administered more medication and that put me out solidly once again. At about 4:20 PM, I was wheeled into our 'bed' room. It was now the nurses' job to start waking me up. Heck no, I didn't want to wake up! I was in lala-land and it felt wonderful.
Rex now fed me lots of ice chips for he was told that I was dehydrated from the operation. They tasted good and did wake me up somewhat. A respite was short-lived when the nurses came in again: getting me up to take a drink, have a bite to eat (not hungry!) and take some medication. (A hospital is not a restful place!) Ate jello and drank apple juice. Next: a walk around the nurse's station. Three-quarters of the way, my stomach really became nauseated. (The medication.) I belched; the nurse was happy and I felt much better. They let me sleep a little bit more.
Rex retrieved some pain medication from the hospital pharmacy. Oh no! It was Viacodin! Whenever the doctors, etc. had asked previously if I was allergic to any medication, I told them truthfully, “No.” Yet there was no way on this earth I was going to take Viacodin! (When one of my teeth had been removed a couple years ago, that stuff was prescribed for me and I became seriously depressed in a remarkably short period of time.) However, hospital policy made it impossible to exchange the medication once it was bought unless the surgeon doctor's approval could be procured - and she was long gone. The pharmacist suggested I simply cut the pills in half. That was one possible solution. The other was to buy the over-the-counter 'aspirin' Aleve and give it a try. This we did from the very first with no problems.
When 5:30 came, it was time for us to go home. Drowsy as I was, we were being escorted out the door as they closed up for the day at 6:00 PM… We arrived at our home in the mountains at 9:30 PM. Lots of messages were on the phone from well-wishers. We called more family before retiring for the night.
Admittedly, I wasn't very sleepy. The most pain I had was under the lymph node only. If I held my arm steady in a particular position, I felt nothing at all. I did rest, however, quite peacefully both in body, mind, and spirit.
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