I've been to the hospital plenty of times in my life to visit people, but there is something incredibly odd about walking into the hospital on your own, being shown to a room and then five minutes later finding yourself appearing the part of an invalid. I have to say that aside from a few giggles prior to being taken down to pre-op I held it together pretty well. Again, there is just something disturbing about walking into the hospital on your own and coming out worse than when you went in.
I will say that the people who work at the Monroe Clinic are amazing, wonderful, and incredibly kind. There wasn't a single person I encountered who appeared to be tired or who seemed to be having just another day at work. They were all generous with their time, kind with their words and all had an incredibly genuine smile to give me. I think even Dean was impressed and he's the guy who lives to hate hospitals. Their kindness made it seem not quite so ridiculous that I'd spent a bit over an hour in a car just to get there. It also made me feel much better about my decision to remain with Dr. Martin when I get pregnant. Sure it's a long way to drive when you're having a baby, but the doctor and hospital are phenomenal. How could we choose differently?
Today I am feeling like I've been run over by a golf cart (something my husband can relate to) and I'm a lot more sore than I really wanted to be, but I am ok. I'm amazed at how tired I am and my seemingly insatiable ability to sleep, something I've rarely, if ever, experienced in my life. I'm also considering taking Monday off of work. I doubt anyone would think twice of me doing such a thing and quite frankly, I doubt I'll be able to stay awake the entire day. Even on Tuesday I'll have a hard time though my student teacher will be doing all of the work. Crazy lucky I managed to tack one of those on this semester, eh?
Well, here's hoping Tuesday brings a much more energetic and less painful me.
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