Hard Knock (ers) Life: Part 2
I will tell you the first thing I remember after my surgery -- 2 men wheeling me to recovery. We were speaking about Lebron James. In what context, I couldn't tell you.
Full disclosure, the first 2 days after surgery are pretty foggy. Percocet and Valium are top performers, and deserve a raise.
Being as bougie as I am, I opted for a private hospital room at Mount Sinai, because obviously.
Important to note this was my first hospital stay, and from what I gather the game has changed. I was able to order food from a special menu, and ordered Potato Leek Soup for my first meal. We have come a long way from jello, people.
We had a stocked mini fridge and on demand movies as well. You know, for those chill nights in at the hospital.
The best part about it was that Steve got his own bed to have a slumber party with me at the hospital that night. It was nice to have him there, and I definitely felt more comfortable.
I realize that this is kind of anomaly, but I didn't find it that hard to get right up and walk around after surgery. The doctors want you up and moving a bit right away, so when I finally got up to brush my teeth and use the restroom it wasn't that bad. The hardest part was ensuring I had my IV, drains, and necessary apparatus with me.
By the next morning, I was ready to go home. I woke up and had a few visitors, but was itching to get home and out of the hospital gown.
A few hundred visits from the nurses later, and I was out of there.
Quote of the day from my Plastic Surgeon- "These look exquisite." (Yeah, those.)
Hands in the air for a good Plastic Surgeon.