I knew it had been quite some time since posting to my blog, but I didn't realize just how long! Every few days I think of an entry to type up and never get to it.
My knee has healed okay since I tore the cartilege but I went ahead and scheduled the surgery anyhow. It's on 2/19. I have a lot of scheduling to do to get the kids sorted out. My knee feels much better but when I get too ambitious it definately creaks and snaps a lot. And sometimes it's just plain achey. I'll be glad to get the surgery over with.
This week I began having nightmares about the surgery.
Dream A:
I dreamt I was actually having two separate surgeries; one for my nose/ear or some such thing and the knee surgery. I was nervous about having two surgeries so close together. My dh took me to the surgery and I was terrified of going under the anesthia so my body was fighting it. The surgeon tried three times to get it to work.
On the flip side of being nervous about going under, I was also scared of the anestheia not working and I was going to feel everything and not be able to respond. Thankfully, I made it through the surgery okay and there are some hazy parts here. On the end note, my dh went to work and left me home all bandaged up by myself with the kids. Shortly after he left, Mia began throwing up and I remember trying to find a bucket for her while not dislodging the bandaging. I had to call dh back home to take care of us all LOL!
Dream B:
Last night was even worse. It was only the one surgery this time but instead of knee surgery I needed brain surgery. It all happened very quickly as I went to the doctor for something or other and she started talking about admitting me around 8. I freaked out thinking it was 8 the next morning when, in fact, it was 8 that night!
So I went in to this big, archaic inner-city hospital. Lots of stone and rudimentary architecture. It was gigantic and sprawling with wings and off-shoots everywhere. I was assigned to this one nurse. There were several nurses and they each had their own set of patients that were plotted out on this sheet of paper with names, diagnoses, meds, etc.
I got checked in and decided to take a walk in the hospital gown. I rambled all over and on my way back realized that the rooms were way old-fashioned and didn't have TV's. However, I believe the reason for this is that it was too expensive or else people were stealing them. I can't recall. But in any event, they had a space where they lined up those fold-out hospital chairs and had a bank of TV's. Weird.
It was around this point that I realized I was somewhat lost and couldn't remember my room number or where it was. Kind of like the dreams I have where I'm in school and can't remember my locker combination or which class I'm supposed to be in. I finally found the nurses desk with all the assignment sheets but I didn't want to read them because it was confidential information. I kept asking nurses where my room was and they were indifferent. I was getting really angry and started yelling. About this time my nurse appeared and dh showed up to rescue me. My knight in shining armour!
I hope I don't have any more of these dreams because they really increase my anxiety level; as if it wasn't high enough already. Will be glad to get this done and over with.
