BST16: well, not really - but close enough

Things are a bit muddled in my memory about the timeline of events today and tomorrow. For some reason they are melded into one in my head.

I know there were issues with my calling my wife at midnight one night, and 5am one morning. I know that the midnight call and the 5am call were the same night.

TO run down what I am positive of: This was the day before surgery. I was wired, tired, and on edge. I had developed a headache (more of the brain pain thing), and found out that the list of pain meds I could recieve was virtually no holds barred. I went the safe route and chose vicodan, which I knew how I reacted to having had them when my teeth were pulled. They did the trick.

Today I had no choice in meals, as they restricted me for the surgery in the morning. It was a lockdown kind of day. Docs in and out, constant monitoring of my vitals.

I was somewhat calm, or so I thought. But I did know that I was going to have a very hard time getting some sleep that night. I asked for some sort of sleep aid. Like Tylenol PM.

My likey Tylenol PM

I got one of those ones you see on TV. The ones the docs have to prescribe. I don't remember the name of it, or wether or not it worked. But lord, it did not mix well with the vicodan and the dilantin in my system. It was not a good night at all.

If Im right about this, then this was the night my room started changing on me. It no longer seemed like the stable, sanitary room that it was by day. At night, the shadows and lightpools seemed to define the room more than the walls. Almost as if the very shape of the room itself twisted at night. I had alot of rooms while I was at the hospital. Or at least I thought I did. My mother had a cot put in the room so she could stay the night rather than try and get back to the hospital before sunrise when I went into surgery.

As I said, the whole night is kinda fuzzy. I will have a clearer picture later when I have questioned my wife about what went on. But from my end - it was not a good night to be me. Or my nurses. Or one the phone with me.