I am feeling rather animated in an odd way these days. By this, I mean that everything feels exaggerated to some degree. I suppose this is a rather normal reaction, all things considered. I don’t know. There have been some tears this weekend. My emotions are somewhat out of whack in that I am finding myself not quite as patient as I typically am. Again, it makes sense on some level. Still, I continue to make every effort to keep my composure.
My daughter and I were discussing a few things regarding the surgery yesterday. She had read through all the handouts I had been supplied with and began a diatribe commenting on the contents. This was rather amusing at times. She told me to be nice to the nurses, that they are just doing their job.
I smiled at this. Apparently I may have some emotional upheaval after the surgery. I assured her that I would not kill, maim or assault any nurses. A guarantee her that I would be on my best behaviour.
My daughter can be a bit of a ‘mother hen’ at times. Quite often I find myself saying ‘Yes, mom’ to her. Really very sweet.
Being that I am for the most part very balanced, I began to wonder just what I would feel directly after the operation. I personally think I will be tired and feel like crap. Yes, if I am in pain or discomfort I will let the nurses know…politely, with my usual congeniality.
She suggested that a ‘Thank you’ card be sent after the surgery. I concur with this. Showing your appreciation, particularly in matters such as this I believe is always welcomed. I have a really strange sense of humour at times as you may know, so in the spirit of this I thought I would write a mock ‘Thank you’ note. Enjoy!
“Dear VGH Nursing Staff,
I would just like to thank you for your patience and understanding during my stay last week. The drugs given had an odd effect on me. That I kept stealing the rubbers gloves and blowing them up into balloons and playing air guitar with the heart monitor was simply out of the need to keep myself preoccupied and not think about the excruciating pain I was in. I thought the cathedral that I built out of the tongue depressors that I took during my hourly walk about showed my attention to detail and ability to focus on the creative process rather exemplary. It is regrettable that Nurse Ratchett found it necessary to destroy this exceptional piece of art work.
I do apologize for my outburst after this event occurred. Again, I am not typically as emotional or extreme as my one night stay indicated I may be. I do appreciated that you let me play with my Jello and that many of you found it amusing.
In any case, thank you for the care given. My uterus and I were very close for 55 years so please understand the grief I felt at bidding adieu to these organs of mine. Their sacrifice in taking on the cancer will always be remembered.
So thank you all once again. Oh, and if you’re still looking for the box of catheters that you were in a tizzy about….third shelf over behind the box of booties.
One thing I do know, humour will help you get through anything, no matter how dark. That I would even be capable of performing any of the above….but thinking on it…the box of tongue depressors could be fun to play with.
Enjoy your day! Happy Monday!