Day Three: The dreaded day

All throughout Day 2, I dreaded day 3.

According to my online research, days 1 and 2 pass like a dream, and then days 3-5 suck the life out of your very body.

I woke up feeling tired and groggy.

Antoine came for a visit, and so did Ji-Yeong (they both came yesterday as well).

Ji-yeong brought Antoine two sandwiches, two doughnuts, and two bagels. As I sipped on my porridge and soup, Antoine loaded himself into carb heaven.

I felt great after lunch, even though my fentanyl drip had finally expired. I told Ji-yeong I wanted to take a shower.

She said she would help since I couldn't get my IV wet. I thought that went WAY above and beyong the call of a lab technician! She asked if I was shy. I said yes. She said the nurses could remove the iv for the shower and insert if again afterwards. Perfect.

After Ji-yeong and Antoine left, I took a shower. Well almost. I had JUST about gotten all of the conditioner out of my hair when hysterical banging on my bathroom door began. I opened the door a crack, and the female janitor montioned to the flood of water, escaping from the bathroom, through my room, and into the hallway.

My towel was in my room, so I had to stand there, totally naked, as she squeegied the escaped water back into my bathroom.

Well, that was a little too much excitment for me.

My throat started to really, really hurt. I asked when I could have my next painkiller. They told me 9pm. It's 5pm now.

The ENT doctor came to check on me, and told me I am bleeding again from the operation site. I guess it's not severe, but since he told me, it's all I can taste.

If I have 'massive bleeding' I have to press the emergency button in my room.

I have to plug my nose to swallow at all.

This sucks.

They were ALL right to say that day three sucks!!