Surgery Part Drei!!!

I haven't blogged in a bit. My apologies. I figured if I wrote everyday about my chronicles it would get a bit boring. I pretty much did the same thing, every day, before my post-op appointment. I slept, ate, felt nauseous, slept more, watched a lot of tv and movies. It was a pretty depressing ten days. No one really visited me or called. Unless you count Annie, Chris, and Garrett (by phone).

I went to my post-op appointment on the 24th where I hoped I would be able to be put in a walking cast...but noooo. Instead, the doc inspects my stitches and says put a cast on. I was like WHAT!? So I had a short cast put on my foot, with a toe plate for no movement. I have to wear this stupid thing for 4 weeks.

I also booked my first professional acting gig in Aspen about the mid to the end of January. I'm a little worried though that my foot won't be ready by then. It means I have to be diligent with my physical therapy and work at home with exercises. I was told not to flex or move my toes while in this cast so I'm doing pretty well with that too. Everyone that reads this please send positive vibes so I heal right. This process has been harder than I thought. My patience and strength has certainly been tested.

On an awesome note: I have guns! Yes, I have arm muscles that rival Mrs. Obama's. All because of crutches. The downside of crutches: my right butt cheek is far superior than the left. :( I'm pretty sure every time I use my crutches I get a workout!

The Chronicles of Surgery Part Deux

Its a Sunday and I'm stuck inside watching football. I'm not a Skins fans so I'm only sorta kinda watching the game. I haven't been able to eat anything today. Tried to get down some soup but that didn't happen. Gatorade is all that I've had. Probably going to push for a few crackers later. Chinese sounds good, but I probably would regret the decision later, so the point is moot. I finished my application for LAMDA. Now just waiting on my recommendation and then I just have to pay for it and send it off. I still have not heard anything about Aspen, I'm keeping my spirits up. Maybe I'll send an email next week. I find that this pain medication is incredibly debilitating. I'm starving but scared to eat for fear of being on a toilet for hours. Once I take it, I'm knocked out and incoherent for awhile. I tried waking up at a decent time this morning, but because of the meds I had to lay back down. My body just wasn't ready to get up.

I am finding myself to be incredibly bored and lonely. No one here is really able to take care of me or come by and visit. TV and movies are already boring. I'm too weak to go see Harry Potter and I'm pretty sure I would pass out half way through. I've pushed for people to bring me coloring books but that hasn't happened. I would also like to add that I'm lacking in Vitamin D considering I can't get outside. I'm sitting on my couch hoping that enough sun comes in from outside to help me!

It's weird when you just sit and you have nothing to do. Your mind starts to wander and you think about all these weird, terrible things. At this stage I probably would find paint drying to be exciting. I'm also tempted to just rip off all my bandages to see what my wound looks like. I shouldn't...and I won't...but the little kid in me is like "RIP IT OFF!!!" I'm still debating whether or not I should post a picture of the stitches at some point. I don't know if my audience would appreciate it. I think its cool, but this is coming from the person who can eat a whole meal while watching Trauma Life in the E.R on Discovery Channel. I'm ok with the gruesome. Although, I watched Grey's Anatomy the other night and this kid had been hit by a train and I felt a little sick...but I feel sick about 99% of the time because of the meds so I really don't know. I may be getting another visit today from a co-worker which will be nice. People should start leaving me suggestions for things to do while I'm a gimp.

The Chronicles of Surgery Part 1

Since I have nothing better to do, but sit in bed and write, I thought I would chronicle my time healing and all the crappy things I'm doing to bring myself to 100%. My friends and family read this blog so why not give everyone who cannot be by my side and all access pass to my misfortune. Here we go:



Day 1 Surgery or as I like to call it...the Apocalypse:

I woke up at 4 am so I could shower and get ready to be at Georgetown University Hospital by 5:30. The lovely and ever handsome Garrett drove me and waited for me throughout the whole entire process. I suppose I have to name my first born after him for all he's done. The surgery took no time at all. Maybe 45 minutes TOPS! The post-op took forever considering I had to be given more pain medicine than normal because I suppose being a redhead and pale means I process the drugs faster. It took about two hours for me to completely be ready to be moved. It didn't help that I also had some really terrible nausea...which I was given drugs for...and then I started itching like crazy....so I got some Benadryl...which meant more comatose Jennifer. The rest of the day was spend saying goodbye to Garrett and having my best friend Jen to keep me company and to make sure I didn't injure myself.



Day 2: Less successful considering I spent the evening throwing up. That's pretty much all I've got. Don't overeat and take your pain meds....something not so good is going to happen.



Day 3: I sat in bed all day...watched some tv, messed around on the computer. Nothing very exciting at all. I also got a lovely visit from my co-worker Annie who brought me trashy magazines, cards, a flower ( I can't let it die), some delicious organic dark chocolate, and hair barrettes...I will rock them in a later post....promise. We caught some Doctor Who and then by that time my oxycontin kicked in so I passed out asleep.



Day 4: Pretty much the same as the others. :)