McDreamy will fix it

Day 3 - 5 - Visitors

The word is out. I can taste the Jell-o. They know this.  So They want to come; to visit me in my tofu-pink room with the round bathroom and the flower vase picture that looks like Spanish cows at a fiesta.

I desperately need some conversation, so I agree. They come from all corners of the city, bearing Globe Banana Smoothies, flowers and jokes.  Ah, it's good to see you guys. And it's great to know that I wasn't the only person in the room on painkillers.

But now the nerve endings are starting to act up. I'm getting tired. Thanks guys for coming. Have a great Independence Day celebration. I welcome the Fentanyl shot in the butt, and drift off to the pain train.

On Monday, the surgeon who will plaster my brain in from the outside arrives to explain the procedure. He is McDreamy. He's 6 foot 4, blond, 40 ish with beautiful teeth.  Yup, he is going to plaster my brain in.

Technically, he is going to use my sinuses. The procedure sounds a little bit like icing a cake with a ginsu knife via a webcam. He can do the procedure on Wednesday morning. I have an entire day to drip brain juice.

Days 5 & 6 - Liquids

In the meantime, the nurses and I have a new obsession.  Liquid consumption.  And not the good kind even. We're not talking about white versus red or vodka versus gin martini.  We're talking about "How much liquid is in broth?  or Jello??" And what is with my new requirement of ice and bendy straws? Why do I constantly need a cold supply of near-frozen liquid sliding behind my crusty sinuses? Is this a factor of hormonal imbalance, or just a way to soothe those crusty sinuses? And I have to suck everything through the bendy straw. Those beautiful blue, elbow straws that transport the icy cold liquid from the glass bottom to that raw spot behind my nose. And oh so quickly.

And measuring. Everything has to be measured. In and Out. Yay. So my two days are ice, measuring, Fentinyl Pain Train and trying to stretch. I even got up on Sunday night and bugged the night nurse for a cup of tea. Feeling better, just in time for a new surgery.

On Tuesday night I board the Pain Train without my bendy straw, because no liquids are allowed, and I dream of McDreamy plastering my sinuses.

Tomorrow, surgery number two.