Nothing is ever easy

Seriously, nothing is ever easy with me. And nothing good ever comes out of hospitals (OK, except for the time I was almost dead when I got there and came out fine.) I've had some minor complications that turned this into a bigger deal than originally thought.

First thing, they took a scan of my chest to make sure they saw exactly what they were dealing with. This led to two immediate issues. 1) The cyst in question was much larger than previously thought...part of it was kind of between my ribs, so on the surface it didn't seem as big as it was. 2) It wasn't alone. There was another, similar but smaller cyst in there, too.

The upshot: general anaesthesia and a procedure that required more cutting, more stitching, and more recovery time. Groan. But whatever, not much else I could do at this point. Because of the change, they pushed back the actual surgery until later in the day, so I had to sit around the hospital all day until it was time for prep and then the actual surgery.

For me, the whole procedure was "OK, breath in" and then waking up in a fog, with a lot of pain in my left side and a whole mess of bandages on me. Randomly, I knew the nurse who came in to change my bandages, which made me feel oddly comfortable...

I guess everything went according to plan...or so the doctor says. I don't think the actual procedure lasted real long once they started, but the incision for the first cyst had to be pretty big, and the smaller one has a couple stitches, too. The anaesthesia took a lot out of me, too. I woke up, but never really woke up...(the vicodin may have something to do with that). I stayed overnight in the hospital rather than check out and go home at like 11:00pm. The Boy was super awesome to me:-) He came over after work with flowers and stayed with me until I fell asleep (for those counting chivalry points, he came planning to spend the whole night, but I sent him home...). Smoking Hot Roommate came over to get me in the morning, check me out and take me home.

And then I slept all day. Well, I woke up to take more painkillers and eat a little bit. But I didn't eat enough, so all the sleep, drugs and lack of food made me not feel real good...but now I am eating spaghetti and I feel better:-) The Boy should be here in a couple minutes, and then I will feel even more better:-)

I am still tired, and in a lot of pain (well, when the drugs start to wear off), and then out of it for a bit when the Vicodin kicks in...so no work for me again, tomorrow. More sleep, and hopefully I can stop taking the pills.

But I am doing fine, and should be back to my old self soon...hopefully I can go to work on Friday, and then the beach, bandages and all, this weekend. Munchkin gets back Saturday...I miss her:-) And I kinda lied about staying in the hospital...she worries:-)

That's about all...my Google Reader has like 50 posts for me to read, so I will be catching up on all of your doings tomorrow, I hope. And I am gonna start reading the newest Harry Potter, too...hopefully [I have heard nothing, but I have a real bad feeling Ron isn't gonna make it...I hope I am wrong:-( ].