Recovering

So today has been the absolute most intense day I may have ever had. So much emotion, fear, and exhaustion. After I finally went to sleep at about 3 am, I got back up at 6 to be at the hospital by 7. My surgery was supposed to start at 8:10 but I didn't get to the OR until about 9:45. That wasn't that big of a deal though because it gave me a chance to really lean on Derek for comfort and learn once again just how much he loves me! (Sidenote, I have the most amazing husband in the WORLD!) They gave me about 4 different medications in my IV (which hurt so bad going in!) that were supposed to relax me. Unfortunately they had the opposite effect on me. Right after they gave me the meds I told Derek he could head on to the waiting room, assuming I was going back soon, I was wrong. As soon as he left I started feeling overwhelmed and completely depressed. The nurse called Derek back for me and when he came back I eventually settled down. I cuddled with his hand on my shoulder and napped a bit until it was time to go. The most fuzzy part of the day was just before going into the OR, but one thing I remember very vividly was one of the nurses referring to me to everyone as a "nervous nelly". lol The anesthesiologist said it was because I didn't get enough of the "don't care" meds, and gave me more. Shortly thereafter I breathed in gas 1.5 times and I was OUT! It was the best sleep I think I've had in my life. Post OP was a blur, but surprisingly enough I was completely aware of everything going on once I was awake. Yeah, I was still tired as all get out, but I was aware and I'm pretty sure I'll remember it all tomorrow.

All in all the operation went well. They found out that my meniscus wasn't torn, but my knee cap was out of place. So they cut a ligament and put my knee cap where it should be, and now recovery is the mountain I'm climbing. It's 9:30 at night and I'm officially hurting more than I have all day. It sucks, but I know it will be worth it.

Derek is taking amazingly good care of me, and my mom will be here tomorrow to help him so he can study for his test on Monday and not worry about leaving me. I just can't wait for the pain to let up some and I know that things will be fine. Keep praying for my recovery process! That would be awesome!