What the F*** did I do to myself?

I would like to prefice this entry to say I am in huge amounts of pain and on drugs so I am having my boyfriebnd transcribe for me. Here is how it went down. I arrived at the hostpital on Dec 13, around ten AM. My surgery was not supposed to be scheduled until 1:20. Someone decided to chicken out so they got me in at 11:20. They called me into the pre-op area and had me change into my cute little gown and cute slippy socks. I sat down on a comfy recliner. I was nervous on the inside but was trying to maintain my calm. The nurse came by and asked me a hundred and one questions. Then proceeded to poke me to death in order to start my IV, I guess I was not the only one scared because my veins did not want to come out of hiding. Two different nurses stuck me four times without any luck. Finally the anithiologist came. It also took her a while, but she managed to find a small vein and start some fluids. Meanwhile, I got a heprin shot, for blood clots, in the arm. That SOB hurt like the dickens. It burned like an M.F.er and I have a gigantic bruise from that little shot. Finally, after sitting in Pre-Op for over a half hour my mom could come back. I talked to her for a few minutes before the took me to the operating room. We said our goodbyes. I got off the recliner and walked down the hall to operating room number five. It looked just like ER Grey's Anatomy without the cute actors. All I remember is having a gas mask with oxygen flowing. Then the surgeon came in. He asked me some questions. The anithiologist told me to take a breath deep. I was out. I awoke to nausea and gagging. I was in the recovery room for about four hours because no beds were available upstairs. I was extremely nauseous the whole time so they kept me pumped full of meds. I was unable to see any of my family while I was in recovery. Finally, around five thirty they had a bed open. As soon as they wheeled me upstairs I got into bed and was asking to walk. I wanted them to remove the catheder and put on my own jammies. Twenty minutes later I went for my first walk. The removed the catheder, which was not painful at all. I went into the bathroom and my mom helped me put on PJs. I felt much more comfortable in my own clothes. I had a few more bouts of nasea, but they gave me anti-nasea medicine which seemed to help. My thoat was extremly dry and hoarse. The result of a tubes being down there as well as a camera. I started walking every couple hours. Which seemed to help. All my family left with the exception of my stepdad for who thank goodness stayed and was a life saver. I was having to wake up every hour to go to the restroom. Since I was already out of bed I decided to go for walks. My pain seemed to be in good control with the exception of the first hour in my room. Something was wrong with my pain pump because the drugs weren't flowing properly. Once they fixed it I was good to go. I slept on and off throughout the night and around seven thirty AM when my surgeon came in. He asked how I was doing. If I was naseous if I was keeping the water down and if I was having any problems. At that point I was feeling pretty good. The surgeon said I could have breakfast which consisted of Jello, tea, and broth. He said that if I could keep those down I would be discharged. I had a little bit of jello, a taste of the broth, and couple ounces of the tea. All with no problem. I was ready to be discharged. The discharge process went fairly quick. I was surprised because I thought it would take a lot longer. I was discharged at ten thirty. The car ride home was bumpy and occasionally painful. Once I got home I tried to find a comfortable position to lye down. This has proven challenging. The couch I sink into and the bed is difficult to get into. I did manage to nap in both locations for about thirty minutes each. I ate some Jello and drank some water. Thus far I do not have an appitite. I took a shower to get all the sticky tape off and to get rid of the hospital smell. I then tried to lie in bed but it was extremely painful. I tried to lie propped up and on my sides. Movement of rolling over and getting up is so painful it can bring tears to your eyes. I am now lieing in bed on my side and after a bunch of painkillers I am still a four out of a ten. I guess I figured since I was feeling okay in the hospital I would feel okay at home. I am surprised about how much pain I'm actually in. I know that some of the pain is probably from the gas but most of it is from the procedure. I know that each day is supposed to get better but when you're in pain it feels like it is going to last forever. I am hoping that today is worst, but one can only wait and see what tomorrow brings. I know that everyone says the same thing. At first we say "Why did I do this to myself?" and later" I am so glad I did this. " I am sure I will feel the same way. Please remember this is a drug induced blog. I am starting to fall asleep while I talk. I will post more later.