I had one male nurse, Chris, that was kind enough to make it so that I no longer looked like a deranged poodle. I had him as a night nurse and I called him in around 1 am when I was suddenly awakened. I was not in a good place that night and was freaking out. When he came in, it was obvious that I was in a bad way but all I said was can you take me to the bathroom. He said yes and then he asked if I still wanted to shave my head. I said "of course." He said that if I didn't mind doing it while I was on the toilet (best & safest place for me to sit) then he would shave my head for me. I said that this would not be a problem and so the deranged poodle was gone. I was thinking that I had more hair than I actually did and was still trying to figure out how to donate it, turns out that the 2 spots that I had were pretty much it and there was definitely not enough to donate. I thank Chris for listening to me and calming me down and also for doing away with the deranged poodle (See picture in surgery post).
I had another male nurse that was fabulous and I wish I could remember his name. I had been wanting to walk (not just lay in bed but walk) all day. I was told physical therapy (PT) was coming that day and I would have a chance. Of course, they never came. My day nurse was a pregnant woman and she was not comfortable (understandably) walking with me, especially before PT did. I was upset, I really wanted the chance to move. When this male nurse came on duty, I thought that I would ask him though I expected to get the same response. I didn't. He actually agreed to take me "around the block" Here is the picture from that excursion.
I wish that I can note all of the fabulous nurses that I had, but unfortunately I do not remember everyones name. Also, there are too many to individually note.
There was only one nurse the whole time that I did not like (thankfully I don't remember her name either). She was a very by the book kind of a person. I was in a very bad way the day she was my nurse. I didn't know that pain could get as bad as it did that day. On a scale of 1 - 10 it was about a 9.5 and I have a decent pain tolerance (especially now). She gave me several medicines for it, but nothing seemed to help. All she kept saying was "well the state says your pain should be going down now." And "if your number doesn't decrease then the state will". If I had not been in so much pain I would've said "I don't care what the state (enter explicative here) says, it still hurts give me something stronger than Tylenol because that was like taking candy or expecting a band aide to help an amputee" I was in too much pain though to say much. I did tell her that it was going down to make the "state" happy, but nothing was helping. Finally, I believe a doctor came in and did something (though I don't remember exactly because as I said I didn't know that pain got that bad). Thankfully, my pain subsided and I never had this nurse again.
During this time, I was extremely photosensitive (problem with light). Thankfully, my family and visitor's were aware of this and the lights were off most of the time. I was also not able to watch TV. Not only is it a box of light, but the movement was too much for me. I still have this problem from time to time. I will oftentimes ask someone to hold still or stop shaking because I truly can't handle it. For example, today Pastor Norm visited and I had to ask him to stop rocking in his chair because it was bothering me. I also occasionally have problems with TV and I can't watch certain programs because they are just too much. I watch a lot of HGTV and bridal shows because the camera is more predictable and doesn't move in circles and such. I also can't watch the intro to "Big Bang Theory" because it is too chaotic to look at.
I'm going to have to stop now. Almost time for lunch and I need a break. I hope you enjoyed this installment of my saga. More is coming!
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