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I hurt...
Had surgery on Wednesday and I reacted badly to the anesthesia first so I threw up three times. The pain meds didn't work and I could only take one every four hours, so what was going to just be a day recovery surgery ended up taking 13 hours in total counting the surgery to get over. The first four spent crying in the recliner in the day recovery room and not knowing anything of what was going on around me because I was hurting so bad. and my mom really started to get worried because I never cry that much when physical things hurt me. Sure, I cry when I'm emotionally hurt, but I've spent so much of my life getting physically hurt from the horses and everything that I don't cry. And through this whole ordeal of having a third degree burn on my head I've made it a game to see how much pain I could stand before tears came to my eyes, because it took my mind off of the pain when the doctors were scraping raw skin off every time I went over. Course, I nearly squeezed my daddy's hands off when it was hurting, but I still didn't really cry.
Anyways, the nurse called the doctor and asked what other pain pills I could take, so she gave me another one which knocked me out for about four hours, I only got up to have my vitals taken and to go to the bathroom and dry heave because I hadn't had anything but sprite and crackers, and that was already down the toilet.
Then they released me to go home and I thought I could go to school yesterday, but I ended up only taking the test I had come to take and then I started crying because combined with my head hurting like hell it had been a bit of a bad day. My theatre teacher got worried because again, I never cry. So he went and called my dad (when I was wanting to stay the whole day at school just because I wanted to push myself further) and got my dad to pick me up. While I was waiting in the nurse's office, teachers came by and were wondering why I was even at school today. I said because I liked school and I didn't want to miss the test. Which I do. Whenever I'm not there because I'm sick I'm always counting down what classes I'd be in and wondering what we're doing. Apparently the teachers thought I was a bit crazy, but they love me anyways.
But, my friends and teachers love me. I know that much. Because I had gone to the back of the theatre and laid down on the couch to cry so that no one would see me and when Katie, Jodie, and Jada came in they were wondering where I was and went to look for me. And when they found me they sat with me and just held me while I was crying, and they were trying to cheer me up while Mr. Lennon was calling my daddy. And Caitlyn was holding me in Mrs Meredith's office (the nurse). When I left school, they all gave me hugs and kisses and Zan and Ryan and Max gave me hugs and I swear would have lifted me off the ground if I wasn't hurting.
Mr. Lennon, he kept me from getting real sick yesterday in front of everybody. And when he called my dad (my dad told me what he said) he said that he was really worried because I was the toughest girl he knew and I never cried, and that really worried him when I did cry because he knew something was really really wrong.
Anyways, basically, surgery sucked and it sucks that I have to have two or three more of these, but... I did find out how much my friends loved me and that made it all worth it.
Had surgery on Wednesday and I reacted badly to the anesthesia first so I threw up three times. The pain meds didn't work and I could only take one every four hours, so what was going to just be a day recovery surgery ended up taking 13 hours in total counting the surgery to get over. The first four spent crying in the recliner in the day recovery room and not knowing anything of what was going on around me because I was hurting so bad. and my mom really started to get worried because I never cry that much when physical things hurt me. Sure, I cry when I'm emotionally hurt, but I've spent so much of my life getting physically hurt from the horses and everything that I don't cry. And through this whole ordeal of having a third degree burn on my head I've made it a game to see how much pain I could stand before tears came to my eyes, because it took my mind off of the pain when the doctors were scraping raw skin off every time I went over. Course, I nearly squeezed my daddy's hands off when it was hurting, but I still didn't really cry.
Anyways, the nurse called the doctor and asked what other pain pills I could take, so she gave me another one which knocked me out for about four hours, I only got up to have my vitals taken and to go to the bathroom and dry heave because I hadn't had anything but sprite and crackers, and that was already down the toilet.
Then they released me to go home and I thought I could go to school yesterday, but I ended up only taking the test I had come to take and then I started crying because combined with my head hurting like hell it had been a bit of a bad day. My theatre teacher got worried because again, I never cry. So he went and called my dad (when I was wanting to stay the whole day at school just because I wanted to push myself further) and got my dad to pick me up. While I was waiting in the nurse's office, teachers came by and were wondering why I was even at school today. I said because I liked school and I didn't want to miss the test. Which I do. Whenever I'm not there because I'm sick I'm always counting down what classes I'd be in and wondering what we're doing. Apparently the teachers thought I was a bit crazy, but they love me anyways.
But, my friends and teachers love me. I know that much. Because I had gone to the back of the theatre and laid down on the couch to cry so that no one would see me and when Katie, Jodie, and Jada came in they were wondering where I was and went to look for me. And when they found me they sat with me and just held me while I was crying, and they were trying to cheer me up while Mr. Lennon was calling my daddy. And Caitlyn was holding me in Mrs Meredith's office (the nurse). When I left school, they all gave me hugs and kisses and Zan and Ryan and Max gave me hugs and I swear would have lifted me off the ground if I wasn't hurting.
Mr. Lennon, he kept me from getting real sick yesterday in front of everybody. And when he called my dad (my dad told me what he said) he said that he was really worried because I was the toughest girl he knew and I never cried, and that really worried him when I did cry because he knew something was really really wrong.
Anyways, basically, surgery sucked and it sucks that I have to have two or three more of these, but... I did find out how much my friends loved me and that made it all worth it.