Yikes, ita, although a new drug could be a good thing.

Are you not eating because of the cold or the pain?

I don't know why the appetite is so markedly down. But if I'm dehydrated or underfed when I go into the ER, they'll never get a line. At least watery fizzy juice doesn't make me want to puke. Unlike...the rest of solid food.

I think it's Versed they give me when they do my nerve blocks. I motherfucking hate those things. 1 dose means I yell throughout. 2 doses means I mutter and whine. And the escalated pain lasts for five days or so, and it's truly miserable. And I need it done twice. And of course, I don't get painkillers for the excess pain. It's just a thing I'm to get over.

I should be having my nerve blocks in a month and a half.

I think they gave Grace Versed this time when coming out of general. It was so much better than just fentanyl.

So, grilled cheese news...instead of using butter on the bread that is grilled, try mayo. HMOG! Delish!

I had more trauma from the upper endoscopy I had in October, when instead of giving me "twilight sleep" and mostly knocking me out, all they did was numb the back of my throat and give me one Versed (which did absolutely nothing) before shoving that huge thing down my esophagus. I still can't think about that procedure without crying.

This is similar to what happened to ND when they put in his feeding tube. It took an hour, and they didn't give him anything for the discomfort, gagging, or pain. He was so traumatized when he got back that he couldn't talk about it without crying. To say I have a hateful grudge against that particular doctor is a vast understatement. The rest of his doctors were wonderful, but that one? HATE.

Man, anything in involving the throat and gagging would freak me the fuck out. I can't even wear tight necklaces or turtlenecks, I hate it so.

I have a pretty good pain threshold, but I have a horrid fear of needles, not knives, and I also don't especially feel the need to FEEL pain. I'd rather sleep through it. I have told all docs for all procedures that I want Valium before any needles, and that I don't want to feel pain at all -- knock me the fuck out or give me the good drugs for the thing.

I'm pretty stoic when it comes to serious stuff, but i would flip out like a fucking mammal in either of the situations described. I would be all "Bitch, get me some Valium before you try that shit. Trust me, you want me sedated." Ugh.

Luckily, I've had practical docs who were all "Okey doke! we want you calm! Pain -- impairs healing!"

That sucks, guys.

They claimed it would impair the process because he had to swallow. Personally? I don't buy it. If they can do angioplasty through my father's fucking wrist vein in 20 minutes, they can figure out a way to insert a feeding tube with the patient at least partially sedated.

(I should add that his feeding tube situation was much worse than a normal one because they were trying to bypass his stomach and go into the small intestine; they kept shoving it in and out and in and out trying to get it where it was supposed to be. The doctor didn't even acknowledge there was a patient in obvious distress, CRYING, during this process.)

Spoiler-fonted because it's horrific even to read about, let alone experience. Did I mention the hate?

Oh, ugh. I'm sorry the nerve blocks are so bad, ita.

I have told all docs for all procedures that I want Valium before any needles, and that I don't want to feel pain at all -- knock me the fuck out or give me the good drugs for the thing.

When I had to have my gall bladder out, the pre-op nurse couldn't find a vein to give me the sedative before they took me in. So I went in completely sober, into this freezing operating room, shaking and nervous and really unpleased. The anesthesiologist was good, though -- he had me out within minutes.

And with my C-section, they turned the epidural back on before starting (it had been off when they thought I could deliver on my own), and told me I would feel "pulling and tugging". It felt like CUTTING AND SLICING. Which I told them, and that anesthesiologist freaked and accidentally knocked me completely out, so I missed the whole thing.

I'm sorry, I got caught up in my hate.

ita, I'm so sorry you have to go through that.

I barely remember the exam they gave me after I had Owen. Whatever they gave me worked because all I remember is the doctor pulling on a glove that went up to his ELBOW and then nothing. So that worked out.

Owen just told DH that if he didn't drink beer, his breath wouldn't smell like a bar. The boy is 2 for 2 tonight.

Owen's killing me! Love it.

One of the worst things I've ever had to have done while I've been entirely un-drugged was getting a catheter. Holy. Hell. Granted, that was the beginning of an ugly delivery but damn. It was no good.