Uncomfortable but home

My last post was for the day of my surgery, Saturday was quite challenging.  At this point it had been 24 hours since I had taken my normal medication for my anxiety, depression, and all that other psycho drugs I take.  Normally if I forget any of those meds, my body feels it within hours, so it was pretty intense and I was a wreck.  My night nurse was really good, nice, and responsive.  The day nurse was not.  The morphine caused nausea so I was received an IV to stop me from feeling sick.  I received that dose twice during the night.  In the morning I told both my nurse and the CNA that I wasn't feeling well and I wanted something.  Unfortunately, I didn't receive anything and I threw up everywhere!  Of coarse it was painful since all of this was coming from my chest, it was so embarrassing and I was so upset since I requested the medicine and they had ample time to administer it.  I over reacted and started yelling because I felt that this could have been avoided and I also felt that the nurse was being very condescending with the way she handled the situation.  Its hard to explain what had exactly taken place.  I was already a mess mentally and now literally.  Not my finest moment.  Subsequently I received a new nurse and spoke with the charge nurse.  :-/

Later that day, my sister (the nurse) and my mom was visiting.  I finally had help to stand up; another thing the nurses didn't want to help with even though I requested help and the doctor wanted this as well.  It was painful but I am glad I was on my feet.   From then my catheter and morphine IV was removed.  I felt SO much better then. 

Getting comfortable and sleeping was a challenge.  Getting up from bed was too.  I was hesitant to go home because the bed was needed.  It propped me up high enough to get out of bed but also adjusted so I could try and rest. 

To make my situation a bit worse, I am taking classes during all of this time and had a paper due.  I don't know if I would change taking classes during this surgery, but it is awfully hard to stay up, thinking, for a long period of time.  I think I will be able to make up my paper since the one that I submitted wasn't up to par.  I have a test due tomorrow too, so wish me luck. 

This whole experience has been physically and emotionally draining.  As of thus far I do not regret my decision.  I don't want this pain but I keep thinking how hard this would be if I had chemo and possibly radiation while I am recovering from surgery too.  Every day I am feeling better, not a lot, but enough to make a difference and see the light at the end of the tunnel of pain. lol

I have a follow up tomorrow AM, I think I will have some pics to put up of my battle wounds.