Above: my stomache held together by staples. Also, my belly button, where is it.
While everyone was getting rid of bad habits (or at least promising to), I was getting rid of my appendix. Didn’t have a say in the matter, really, it had ruptured a few days prior to me being taken to the hospital (I refused the hospital visit … I thought it was just stomache pains from eating too much ham).
At around 9:30 in the evening, my friend Kash tried calling me. 9:30 was the exact time for my operation. There might be something cosmic about that. Or maybe not.
I’d like to tell you about the experience, really, but I couldn’t remember anything past the anesthesiologist placing the cannula for oxygen on my nose. There was a spinal anesthesia involved, but a small dot on my back is all I can show you.
I woke up hours later, groggy, sore, sleepy. Also, a catheter. A catheter!
For the next two days, I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything. Which sucks when your family visits with food for New Year. My food came in IV form.
My first meal for New Year’s eve: the hospital liquid diet special. Jellyace tasted particularly sweeter that first day, and water seemed exciting.
At the same time, my IV is infused with antibiotics every four hours. Dextrose will make you fat. My days of the IV have left me heavier and rounder (or maybe my stomache parts are still swelling?). As of this moment, my belly button is yet to be seen.
Went home on New Year’s Day afternoon, and lived with staples until just this Thursday. (I can now tell you what that feels like.)
I guess that’s my week. What did you do with yours? Happy New Year!
