It was pretty easy for me to tweet about the whole hospital experience. I kept my cell phone by my side the whole time - except for the actual surgery and the boring three hours in recovery (although I snuck in a tweet when Albie stopped by to visit). Each time I had something to say, I just typed up a quick text message and it popped right up on my account for my "followers" to read.
Of course, I never had a chance to actually GO to the Twitter page to read my own tweets and others' since it was blocked by the hospital (as was Facebook and Victoria's Secret). When I got home I did, however, and I realized how much I had actually written. For those of you who don't tweet, here's a compilation of my detailed accounts from the surgery (with some spelling corrections):
July 1, 5:11 a.m.
ready to head to the hospital.
July 1, 8:19 a.m.
Nurses cant find veins for IV.
July 1, 1:19 p.m.
July 1, 4:02 p.m.
Finally in my room after hours of waiting. No nausea. Just thirst. Want to go home!
July 1, 4:21 p.m.
Stupid hospital has blocked Facebook.
July 1, 7:12 p.m.
Alright. I'm bored. Can I go home yet??? I feel fine. Just don't like hospitals.
July 1, 10:04 p.m.
Just getting 2 sleep... nurse comes to check vitals. fall back asleep... IV starts beeping.
July 2, 12:19 a.m.
I wish the nurses would stop waking me up and just leave me alone!!!
July 2, 3:58 a.m.
How many times can they check my stomach - really?
July 2, 5:45 a.m.
Time for more morphine...
July 2, 7:01 a.m.
"Time for morning prayer"
July 2, 7:32 a.m.
Why do nurses insist on putting everything out of reach? Are they TRYING to be mean?
(A friend responded: "yes. it's in the job description.")
July 2, 7:54 a.m.
I've been given the OK to go home this afternoon. Yay!
July 2, 8:16 a.m.
Just took a wobbly walk in the hallway, hanging on to the IV.
July 2, 12:22 p.m.
I'm showered and ready 2 go home - just waiting 4 official discharge signature.
July 2, 3:35 p.m.
Home sweet home.
July 3, 5 a.m.
OK, time 4 a Percoset and chocolate pudding.
July 3, 12:30 p.m.
V. wishes she had the ipod, but her husband stole it back
July 3, 1:30 p.m.
OK, I'm bored. I can't lie down, cause then I can't get up. I can't sit, because then I'm uncomfortable. I can't walk; it takes forever.
July 4, 2 a.m.
V. took a shower all by herself and feels accomplished.