Back in Action (long post)

Hello Everybody,

I'mmmmmmmm baaaaaaaack! My brain is not all there yet, but let's see what I can remember from the morning of the surgery up until today.

THE MORNING OF SURGERY...
     I remember being anxious and wanting to get the surgery over with... They wheeled me into the elevator and down to the fourth floor, where their were tons of people who all had scrubs on... They wheeled me past these two big screen TVs that I think had the day's surgeries on them, that was neat to see... They wheeled me through a messy (clean, but cluttered) hall... Once they got me into the OR I heard clinching and clattering from all of their fine silverware (and not the kind you would use at Christmas dinner)... I saw all of the crazy machines that would connected to my body during surgery...They moved me from hospital bed to the operating table... Then they asked me if I would like some medication to relax me and then......

FRIDAY, SATURDAY, OR SUNDAY...
     I remember them asking me about the breathing tube and if I thought I could breath on my own and if I wanted it out... I think I asked them something about how I can help myself breath on my own... I remember how difficult it was to communicate with people to get what I needed.

...For instance I got very hot once and I think I was signing (using American Sign Language) to tell the nurses and my mom what I needed. I used ASL quite a bit and thought people should be able to understand me, because this is a language everyone should know (at least everyone in a hospital where it might be difficult to talk).

...I remember being in ICU and them taking out an IV like line out of my groin and my neck. I think the tape has been the worst of all the pain. If someone could please develop a tape with an on and off switch I would be very grateful.

...I remember at times getting really hot and wanting the sheets off of me and not being able to do it myself. It is so frustrating trying to get the nurse to come in to take the sheets off, especially when I would get really hot and they would take their sweet time coming in, not knowing I was getting so frustrated and uncomfortable being so hot.

...I remember playing tick-tack-toe with my Mom and her letting me win, thinking that was helpful. It only made me frustrated that she thought I couldn't beat her on drugs.

...I remember several people visiting me in the ICU (I won't name names, so incase I leave anyone out I don't hurt anyone's feelings). I wasn't fully there, so what ever was said kinda just went through one ear and out the other anyway (Sorry everybody who visited me).

RIGHT NOW
     I am still kinda not all here, it comes and goes. As I write this I have to go over things several times before they make some sense.

Please Keep my sister, Amber, and me in your prayers. We are both having some issues using the restroom (I know that's some information I probably wouldn't give out if I wasn't on drugs, but I really want my stomach to be okay, therefore I need prayer).

And I want to THANK GOD for all He has done for my family. Getting my sister out of ICU and sending my Dad home today. Thank you Lord for keeping us in the palm of your hand and being by our sides through all of this.

this is a picture of me today (I am still on oxygen because they want to help me out just a little)