Third time's the Charm.

I must admit, that phrase was beginning to annoy me pre-surgery.  My head was slamming, and I couldn't imagine anything any different.  It was an awful place I was in. 
I have been exhausted with it, and probably not all that pleasant to be around.

When the stretcher I was on rolled into the same OR I'd been in twice before, the tears were just streaming down my face.   I wanted them to knock me out, and do it soon.  I wanted to escape, from the pain, and the anticipation of all that was coming.  The OR was full of people preparing for the EVENT about to occur.  I didn't want to see any of it.
Behind my closed eyes, I could see my mother's hand gently placed over mine.   Then I imagined kayaking on a crystal clear Adirondack pond.  That's the last thing I remember until I woke up in the Recovery Room.
The very first thing I did, having learned well from the two previous surgeries, was to move my feet, and my hands.  Ah.  I am not paralyzed or even close.  Put that fear aside.

Then my daughter appeared, looking relieved.  That meant everything.

I stayed in recovery all afternoon.   Two nurses took care of me: Debbie and Malvia.

The recovery room was rocking busy.  But about 4pm, it slowed down a bit, and both nurses sat there looking exhausted.  I asked them if they would come over to my stretcher.  They looked puzzled, but both got up, one on each side of me.
I had something to say.  I felt so compelled to say it, I could barely stand it, so I said:

"My mother just passed away, and this is my third surgery on my head in 14 months, AND I've had a headache for two years.  When I rolled into surgery this morning, I was nothing but a raw nerve.
I come out to recovery, and YOU TWO treat me like a human being, not just a patient.  You have been sweet and kind and caring to me all day long.  I can not begin to tell you how much I needed just that.  It is priceless, and you both are very special ladies.  I was going to send you a card, then I realized how much I just needed to tell you."

Here I am, after I was transferred to the surgical floor, next day I think.
My bff asked me where I got my Victoria Secret apparel from.
Ha!

I woke with this compulsion to get better NOW.   I demanded and ate a regular dinner that night.  I refused the bedpan, and went straight to the bathroom.   I walked in the hall the morning after.   
I'm OK, I'm OK, I'm OK........that's what I kept telling myself.
So much so that the doctors said I could go home.  We left Long Island on Thursday, the day after surgery, at about 7pm.  It was good, because we missed a lot of traffic.  I took the pain meds right before we left and slept most of the way home.  I got home at 10:30pm, and went right to bed.

  I really do wish they would stop messing with my head.  :)

Family has been to visit.  Cards and cards and phone calls of well wishes have come.

Sweetness has arrived.
If this doesn't make a body feel better, then nothing will.

Today my headache is a THREE.   Now THAT brings tears to my eyes.

A THREE?????   I could live with and LOVE a THREE.

I feel amazing.  I am hardly taking the pain meds.  I am blessed, so blessed.
All the prayers, all the good energy and positive thoughts of all my family and friends, have come to fruition. 
What else could it be?