I don't give up! I fight! I remember the moment I "acquired" it. I was on the gurney in the OR corridor when I have this "feeling" or a voice.. I don't know what to call it.. that I need to fasten my seatbelt because it was going to be a bumpy ride.
Low and behold, my day surgery turned into a 6 day hospital. But from the moment I woke up and realized what I was happening, I just kept saying I need to get out of this. The nurse told me to press the morphine pump, I pressed but still had no clue how. It wasn't until I went upstairs and the nurse's aid who had no clue what type of surgery I had turned me on my wound, that's when I started to have a game plan. The first one was to not have anyone put any more bedpan under me. Which means I will be walking to the bathroom. The second one was to get up and walk the next day by the elevator. I guess they saw me getting up 1 hour after being on the floor, they allowed it. The third one was to poop. If I didn't poop, no going home. Let's just say that was a scene that I would never forget and I'm glad I was the only ocular witness to it. I'm sure everyone else on the ward could hear me.
I persevered by having a main goal but focusing on completely certain necessary tasks to get me there. I still apply that in my life and will continue to do so. I am just grateful I can decipher which I need to focus on to get me to the ultimate goal. It's a work in progress!
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