(photo courtesy Leon Hammack)
Well Friday night,“the night from hell”, ended and transitioned into Saturday morning, the day I hoped to be checking out of this facility!
As the Sun started coming up over the horizon, the room activity increased with every minute. First up on the agenda was take my blood pressure, pulse, temperature, and of course whip those sheets back and check out the ol groin and pubic region for a bruising check! Everything must have delighted the new morning nurse, ’cause she too busted out into some tee-hee-hee’s and giggles! I didn’t know that looking a bruise could be so humorous.
Once the new nurse gathered up her composure, she left my room and returned with breakfast. I had forgotten just how unappealing hospital food could be until my tray was presented to me for my edification. I will attempt to adequately describe the culinary delight to the best of my ability.
First off, the centerpiece of this breakfast was a heaping mound of egg-like material. It appeared that the eggs were just barely cooked enough to coagulate into this mound. Now my family will attest that I don’t eat eggs unless they are cooked for a while, like well done…PERIOD! Looking at this yellowish globular mound almost turned my stomach! The sidekicks to the eggs was a bowl of cream of rice, which was very tasty, toast, orange juice, and two sausage links that were the consistency of glue when eaten. Those two little dudes stuck to the enamel of my teeth, and hugged the base of my tongue like criminals avoiding a police manhunt! Yummy was not the words that came to my mind after attempting to eat my breakfast!
The next few hours were spent awaiting the doctor’s arrival for a last minute check over and a release to go home. That waiting period took until approximately 1:30pm. At that time my surgeon, the Electro-Physiologist, strolled into my room totally apologetic about not getting to my room much earlier in the morning. He said that he was filling in for 53 doctors in Fresno that day!
Once he gave me the “once over”, he signed the release orders. Now all that was left was to get to get the IV needle out of my left forearm, go over all the releasing documents, and oh yeah removing that pesky little catheter that is still up into my bladder! I can only imagine how thrilling this procedure is going to be for me!! Yippe yo ki yeah get along little doggy!!
Now my nurse was a very nice young women, about the age of my two sons. I am thinking to myself, this is not going to be a huge ball of fun. More importantly, I am not sure what the procedure for my catheter removal is going to include, but I am reasonably sure it involves “hands on” maneuvers here!!
Now I must digress. Just as a side note here, the only women that have ever touched me where this nurse was about to grab on to, drunk or sober, were women with which I have had an intimate relationship. However my friends, I have now entered into an area whereby I have become totally unnerved, and completely uncomfortable! Can someone please help me! Can I have an AMEN?
Now that the time has come for that catheter to be removed, I am very nervous and extremely uncomfortable. I ask her a couple of questions and I am feeling like it is time to “fish or cut the bait.” So she soothes my anxiety with some small talk, she says to take a big breath in and then exhale, she will remove the catheter on the exhalation. So I follow her instructions and out comes the catheter with a burning sensation! Yoweee!
Following the catheter removal, my nurse departs my room and gives me some “privacy” to get dressed. I am thinking that this is a very odd situation. She just was in a position to not only see all of me, but to grab a “handful”, in my case that Saturday morning was a very little handful, and remove the catheter. Now she gives me some privacy to get dressed. I am thinking that there has to be some irony in that scene!!
I get dressed and the hop into my classic, low tech, hallway cruiser and transporter. Some of you may know it by its name in the previous century, the wheelchair. Down the halls, into the elevator and out the front door to my waiting transportation to my sister’s house for some badly need sleep and recuperation!
I am checking out and heading out of here!
As the Sun sets in the west, I am taking off to new destinations. Happy trails to you, until we meet again!