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The mark of a scar

I had opened my eyes from a short nap in the morning. Early in the morning CNAs would  come in and do vitals and then surgeon/doctor would come in to evaluate me. He would also check my wound. At this point I had not really seen what had been done. I had seen tubes coming out every orfus and I think we didn't touch the bandage right away.     This particular morning I was again woken up around 7:00am. At first CNA were coming into more often then not. At some points I was the only person critical at the hospital. The nurse would come in the morning to give out medications and also check bandages if they needed to be changed. I would also get my morning Heparin shot. Oh man the Heparin burned. They had to put it in my thigh and every time I got one they would  change sides. They also left this awful bruises and lumps behind. The Heparin shot was like fire. I had never really been a big fan of shots  so this was big for me. When you are on bed rest they...

Sepsis is nothing to mess with

                                   When I awoke from my surgery, I had no idea that I had been in surgery for 4 hours.  Finding out after having surgery that you were septic is frightening. You can die from sepsis. When my small bowel perforated I never thought about getting sepsis all through me. I knew it could happen but I was so drugged up that it was a blur.  My surgeon had really no idea how septic I was till he was opening me up.                                      I was in so much pain I and so messed up that when I woke up it was better we didn't talk much to the infection. It was a scary place mentally to be because you have no control of your body. I noticed I had these tubes on the left and right abdomen. At the end of the tube is almost shaped like a light bulb. When I looked a...

There is a first for everything

                            When I was in high school we had an option to go to the United Technology Center. The United Technology Center is a vocational school. A vocational school is learning skills you could use to get a job. For example they had a year course to become a CNA or get a certificate for Culinary Arts. There were more to offer like computers and vehicles. They were big courses and you got 3 credits per a class. When you're young and an opportunity comes along like this you grab it. So I grabbed it and I felt good about it too. The first year I went to become a CNA. I would learn all the facts of the trade. There is  important material I needed to learn in order to pass the test at the end of the year. I have some stories I will tell at later times about being a CNA and what that brought on.  In the CNA course you get taught how to give sponge baths to those who are bedridden or people s...

So many needles

                       Ever since I remember I have hated needles. I remember as a small child running away from the doctor when I needed shots. I mean one appointment I hide under the chairs and cried. So that's how i have always felt.                         I have had piercings & tattoos done in the past. I am always so nervous about the pinch and the pain of the needle. Sometimes it was a pinch of pain like when I got my nose piercing. It was a pretty big needle but it was so quick and rewarding for me. The first piercing was when I was a teenager. My mother brought me to the tattoo shop and I wanted to get my belly button pierced. At this moment it was all new and I didn't know if it would hurt like a shot. So basically I was scared shitless. I wanted the piercing so bad I was ready for the pinch. It was scary and my adrenaline was going all ove...

I was heavily medicated

                     I was in and out of sleep.I had awaken or that's what I thought. I heard a voice say " Breanna...Bre what is our presidents name" I had to think of course and I said "He's not my president." Again the voice asked again what our presidents name was and I was still groggy and said "He's not my president" Well the lady I heard realized it was not a good question to ask. So then she asked me what was his hair color. I knew what it was but I said grey. That is all I heard as I drifted off back to sleep. Ativan , so much ativan. I've never had such a alluring drug. I know it's habit forming so I am glad I was only prescribed it in hospital setting. I was so distressed and I was having a hard time comprehending what really happened to me. I could hear everything going on around me. I couldn't focus on just one thing. I was drowsy to say the least.                   ...