so, for those of you who don't know, I had a kidney stone that required
lithotripsy (Funny note, blogger tries to correct lithotripsy to "deathtraps". True 'dat!) at the beginning of September. My mom came out to take care of me before and after the procedure.
I tried to modify the
hospital gown to give it an asymmetric hemline, but the nurse put a stop to that, kill joy.
Mom took some pictures of me before they came in and started abusing my body . . . well, almost before. They managed to take away my L. L. Bean slippers and replaced them with hospital slippers that gave me toe wedgies and not much warmth. I consider it abuse.
I think it's fair to say that when a nurse comes in and asks which side your procedure is supposed to be on and then hands you a red sharpie and tells you to mark that side with a big ole, "yes", it's a little unsettling. I still did it, better that than not mark it, right?
For those of you who don't know, I'm allergic to adhesives so you can see some of the bandage markings on my arms. Also, the nurse who was supposed to be putting my IV in wasn't having much luck. This is the work of the
anesthesiologist . . . apparently I have small veins.
These are the handy work of the nurse. She was about to attack my other hand when the
anesthesiologist stepped in. I am eternally grateful to him for the rescue.
I tried to modify the hospital gown to give it an asymmetric hemline, but the nurse put a stop to that, kill joy.
Mom took some pictures of me before they came in and started abusing my body . . . well, almost before. They managed to take away my L. L. Bean slippers and replaced them with hospital slippers that gave me toe wedgies and not much warmth. I consider it abuse.
I think it's fair to say that when a nurse comes in and asks which side your procedure is supposed to be on and then hands you a red sharpie and tells you to mark that side with a big ole, "yes", it's a little unsettling. I still did it, better that than not mark it, right?
For those of you who don't know, I'm allergic to adhesives so you can see some of the bandage markings on my arms. Also, the nurse who was supposed to be putting my IV in wasn't having much luck. This is the work of the anesthesiologist . . . apparently I have small veins.
These are the handy work of the nurse. She was about to attack my other hand when the anesthesiologist stepped in. I am eternally grateful to him for the rescue.
