Tough Times Never Last, But Tough People Do

Well, I'm at loss of words on how to describe my day yesterday. At first I thought I was fine, but when they started putting in the IVs, I suddenly realized how scared and terrified I was. When they wheeled me into the operating room, I shook uncontrollably - yet again. This time, it was worse. This time, I felt nauseated and sick to my stomach about how nervous I was. I wanted them to just knock me out already so I wouldn't had had to deal with the sick feelings I was experiencing. Soon after, I was knocked out through IV and then everything was black.

I woke up an hour and 45 minutes later in the recovery room. I had all of these tubes and wires strapped up to me. Just like last time, my legs and body twitched and spasmed at an uncontrollable rate. I couldn't open my eyes yet, but I could hear the chatter between the nurse and my mom above me. My mom held my hand as she talked to the nurse about my spasms. The nurse told her it was uncommon and maybe it was my body's reaction to the anesthesia. I wanted to wake up and tell them that I was shaking and twitching before I was even put under (because of my nervousness). Eventually, I slowly forced my heavy eyelids open. My mom smiled at me as I tried to smile back. I told the nurse I felt really nauseated as she filled my IV with more medicine. My throat was as dry as before and I could still taste the tube in my throat. I cringed at the thought of it, but eventually drew away from the idea. After half an hour, they wheeled me back to the recovery recovery room or the "Surgi Center". They let me heal for a few hours and eventually helped me drink water. Before they sent me home, they tried to make sure I could keep liquid down. At around 6 pm, my parents and I had picked up my prescription from Longs and made our way home.

Throughout the night, my nausea and weakness got worse. I didn't know whether it had to do with the anesthesia or just the fact that I hadn't eaten anything in 12 hours. I tried to fall asleep at 8 pm, but I woke up at 9, feeling even worse. My mom helped me throughout the night by making me feel more comfortable. I tried to eat soup, but of course, I felt to sick to even bring the spoon up to my mouth. It was difficultto even sip water. After a long talk, my mom and I had finally decided to help me get to sleep. I fell asleep at 11:30 with my mom on my bedside holding my hand.

I woke up at 4 a.m., but went back to sleep. I woke up at 5 a.m. and told mom that I wanted to try to drink and eat. I felt substantially better as I took gulps out of my water cup. I munched and nibbled on a few soda crackers. Now, I'm trying to sip soup with a little rice. Of course I'm staying home from school today, considering it's already 7:49 in the morning.
The past day has been difficult, but what kept me going through all the discomfort and pain was the fact that no matter how painful it may be, every painful moment passes. No matter how long, the discomfort and pain will pass. Tough times never last, but tough people do. I kept that mindset with me the whole day. I had lost hope a few times during the most uncomfortable parts of the day, but tried to keep my head up high. The scale said I had dropped down to 76 pounds because I hadn't eaten for 24 hours. If I keep this up until Saturday, the doctor says he's going to admit me to the hospital.

Currently, I feel okay, except for this weird pain in my upper chest/lower throat. The only thing I'm stressed upon is catching up with all the schoolwork I had missed.

Thanks Mom....