Percocet = Good

So I had my surgery on Friday.  As I was waiting for the surgeon to get to the hospital I got to watch t.v. and I put on The Price Is Right.  There was this little old lady who got called up, and the audience loved her.  She was adorable - she was, like, 4' 10" and was so excited to be there.  She won a cool area rug to get up to the stage with Bob, and then she won a Ford pickup truck!  Then she won the wheel of torture-looking contest, and in the showcase showdown she got to bid on a Chevy Malibu.  Right after she bid, a nurse came to take me to the anesthesiologist - I asked the nurse if I could wait 5 minutes to see if the old lady won, and she obliged. (Given that my surgery was supposed to start at 11:30 and it was already 11:55, I thought I was entitled to 5 minutes) The little old lady won!  The audience went nuts!  Even the nurse and I applauded!

I was wheeled to the room I was having the surgery, and all I could think of was, "This doesn't look like the rooms on Grey's Anatomy..." And then I was put out, and the next thing I know I'm listening to contemporary Christian music and someone is whispering in my ear that she is giving me medicine.  When I was able to open my eyes I saw that I was in the recovery room with a nurse getting down to Christian music - through my foggy brain, I was amused.  The nurse was so sweet, and kept touching my feet, which I found very soothing.  When she wheeled me to my room, my mother was waiting for me.  Mom got totally caught off guard when the nurse asked me if I wanted her to pray with me before she left.  I told her I was okay but thanked her for offering, and she left, and mom was all, "What was that about?!?!?!" and I had to remind her, again, that I live in a very religious area, but unlike the people of Jerryville, the people around here accept that not everyone is religious.  Mom acted like that last year when we went through the bank drive-through and the teller told us to have a blessed day.

Friday afternoon was kind of blurry to me. I got nauseous from the anesthesia, but never actually vomited - the nurse injected some meds into my IV to help with the nausea and that knocked me out.  I woke up to someone putting a tray of food in front of me - I've never seen so much food given to someone who just got out of surgery!  Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, big carrots, a roll, and a slice of apple pie.  Mom and the nurse got me to try the mashed potatoes when the doctor came to see me.  He walked in was was all, "Look at all that food!  Are you going to eat all of that!?" and in my stupor I said, "Uhhhhhh, the mashed potato is okay, and soft."  Then he told me that the surgery went perfectly, and he'll be back in the morning to take the tampons out of my nostrils so I can go home.

Yeah, I had two tampons up my nose.  SO uncomfortable, and silly looking.  When Harry came to my room the first thing he did was giggle and tell me I looked ridiculous, then wished he had his camera with him.  Harry is such a charmer.

For the rest of the night I was a model patient, taking my meds when I'm supposed to, going to the bathroom without the help of a nurse, not complaining when I was woken up to have my vitals taken.  Pearl, a nurse's assistant, told me I was her favorite patient in a long time and she wished all her patients were like me.  See, the power of "please" and "thank you" works!  I don't know why, but I kept thanking the nurses and assistants whenever they came in to do stuff for/to me, like they were doing me favors or something.  I'm a suck up.

Saturday morning the doctor came in, pulled out the nasty tampons, and gave me my walking papers.  I had to wait for about an hour to make sure I wasn't going to start bleeding, and then I was wheeled out to our car.  We stopped on the way home and got milkshakes for lunch, because I had been craving one since the night before - my throat was very dry and a little sore and I thought some ice cream would make me feel better, and I was right!  The rest of Saturday involved naps, Percocet, watching movies on the Hallmark Channel, and some yummy pizza.

Sunday morning I was up at 5am, with a determination to go off the Percocet so I could go to work on Monday.  By 6pm, that wasn't working.  I was in too much pain, and went back on the Percocet, and now I'm home trying AGAIN to just take Tylenol so I can go to work tomorrow.  So far, so good.  I think I'll go back to bed now, though.

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[sport]

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[Jeniffer]

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[bab]

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[Percocet Prescription Information]

My name is Monica Stone and i would like to show you my personal experience with Percocet.

I am 35 years old. Have been on Percocet for 7 days now. It did help the pain but the side effects weren't worth it. I'd rather have the pain.

I have experienced some of these side effects-
nausea, very itchy, racing heart, anxiety, flashing lights(almost hallucinogenic?), weird dreams, tiredness

I hope this information will be useful to others,
Monica Stone