but I tried. I'll leave it as if anyone wants to kill me, morphine will do it and you won't need much. Surgery went well. As they wheeled me out they asked if I had any pain. I answered "a little crampy" so they gave me morphine. Hell, my periods are worse than that (hence the surgery, duh). A Tylenol would have been enough. So apparently morphine does not agree with me and I had about 15 Bradycardia incidents and couldn't wake up. I think it scared David. They were even talking about transferring me to the hospital to be monitored while I slept it off. What brought me back was remembering Zach had play practice. If he misses the practice he can't be in the play- so I forced myself to talk. I am just about in a freakin' coma and worrying about a five year old's play. Any way, it woke me up. The 3 bags of fluid they forced to flush me out helped, too. And I had to pee about a gallon every hour last night......
I am feeling better today, even though absolutely no one called to check on me last night. I feel so loved. We are going to a reindeer farm today and breakfast with Santa is tomorrow after the play (Zachary is a German boy- he gets to wear his lederhosen and is very happy about it).
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I am ao glad you didn't die!! And what a thing a mom to do....wake up from near death so our beloved child isn't excluded from being in a play. :)
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