Excuse me nurse, I may have punched the doctor !

No, that really didn't happen but I sure wanted to!

This morning, Dwayne (the drainage tube) was removed and let me just say that they little sucker left with a fight.

I have never had a drainage tube removed and therefore was not fully prepared for the tear inducing, body numbing shock to my system as the 24 feet of plastic tubing was yanked unceremoniously from my still tender and stitched face.  I mean, someone out there had to have some sympathy for Frankenstein!

As I sat in the chair waiting for Dr. CD, I willed him to get in the room faster.  Dwayne had done his job and he was starting to irritate me. (It was a small tube placed behind my ear to collect all the ick from the surgery. I enlisted the assistance of a few family members, willing and unwilling to help me check the fluid and amount and to drain the tube).

Dr.CD asked me how I was doing and said that the incision looked good. Thanks, Mom.  She is a good nurse.

I heard him cut the suture that was holding Dwayne in place and then all I remember was him saying to breathe in and breathe out slowly.  Now, I was thinking that he was going to pull it after the breath but I missed the part where it was a simultaneous action and then I blacked out for about three seconds. I am sure of it.  He pulled out at least another foot of tubing; where it was hiding, I have no idea. And then I felt stuff leaking from my head and running down my neck.

I guess that was okay.  The Dr. didn't say anything.

The pain that I felt was brief but excruciating. But I felt free too.  And a lot of pain.  Dwayne was gone. I then realized how constricted I had been not trying to move too much so I wouldn't yank out the tube.  And then, MY BED!!!  I will get to sleep in my own bed tonight.  HALLELUJAH!!

So I continued to leak something out of my head until I got home and mom put on some gauze. I am tucked into my couch and will be watching television until she comes back.

A brief comment on my mother:
She has been great throughout all this.  I was instructed that someone only needed to be with me for the first 24 hours and my mother has been here for almost a week.  She has tucked me in, brought me food, combed my hair, helped me to the bathroom, helped me to get dressed.  It's like we've gone back in time 33 years and she is back in her former role of new mother.
Except this time, she knows what to expect and doesn't have to worry about the authorities coming in  if she ignores me.
I am also sure that this has nothing to do with the fact that her house is in the process of being renovated at the moment and her kitchen is in pieces and is strewn throought her living room.
Nah!

Next visit is Wednesday to get out the sutures. And this time I will be ready with the Percocet!


Tomorrow I am expecting a visitor and I am sure that hilarity with ensue!!!