Morphine is my friend

It was a long night. Of course you never get a break in the hospital- they are constantly taking your vitals. And I was suffering from low blood pressure. I felt fine, but I was hovering around 70/40 which they tell me is not a good thing, except I'm normally low. The high point was talking with yet another nurse who has 3 horses (it seems 3 is the number to have.)

I love my PPC - personal pain controller. It's a little device clipped to my neck. When I need pain control I give it a squeeze and in seconds, I get another dose of morphine and I'm feeling better. There's a built in control that prevents me from ODing.

Everyone loves a PT

I got to try the crutches this morning with my physical therapist. She fits the character perfectly - but she's a great coach. I have all kinds of tubes dangling from me so it was interesting. Just a trip down the hall and back. Then I sat in the chair and got dizzy and nauseous. Oh and do you want to go home today? If you can walk the stairs later, you can. So I tried the stairs in the afternoon. I almost stumbled from trying to go too fast. I'm really not up to trying this on my own at home.

My nurse

Sasha is a Yugoslavian man who married a teacher from Chippewa Falls after they met in Spain. He's a character. He keeps saying, "You know it's up to you whether you go home or not. If you don't feel right about it, don't." I'm getting it from the nurse practitioner to go home tonight. I finally said I'm just not ready. Besides, I'm still taking morphine and I can't take that home.