I feel like the past week I've been tossed to and fro amidst the waves, never really certain when I'm awake or when I'm drowning. I've lost track of people and have no idea what day of the week it is. I keep feeling like yesterday was at least a week ago.
I feel like we're figuring out pain management. I thought I was feeling drugged, but I think I was just utterly exhausted. I was falling asleep at random times and never felt rid of my haze.
Now, I can be the most drugged (painfree) and still feel clear headed.
Honestly, I love, love, love my nurses. They have cared for me more like a sister than a patient. They have washed me, wiped me, fed me, tucked me in, hugged me and cried with me. My nurses get me up when Im flat, and they really care. They rub my legs and even pray for me. I know they are just doing their job. But I don't feel like their job.