Send care packages of Zzzzzzzzs

Since Sassy had her surgery on Monday, I’ve been staying at the hospital over nights with her. I didn’t sleep the night before which seems reasonable considering the angst we were all under. Then Monday night through Wednesday night I’ve slept on a pull out cot in her room in the ICU. It’s actually a very nice room, but it’s still a hospital and my baby is still in a lot of pain. There’s lots of activity and lots of beeping. Just when I doze off she’ll call out my name and I’m back up on my feet fluffing and pulling and pushing and petting and calling for nurses.

Last night I got about two hours of sleep – none of it together. Then I get to go to work all day and try to use my brain, only to return to my all night shift at the hospital. Honest to God, I’m so tired I can’t even remember the point of this blog.

Sassy refuses to take a pill – not even for pain. She claims she can’t swallow it. At this point I think she just being difficult. (Ha! I’m kidding. Everyone just calm down. Sick people have no sense of humor.)

The nurses crush up her pill and put it in chocolate syrup.  Last night she smeared a bunch of chocolate Percocet on the sleeve of her hospital gown. I was so exhausted and sore at work today I texted My Honey.

“Hey do we still have that nightgown with the Percocet smear? I’m gonna need it to suck on later.”

Of course the nurse changed her gown. All those wonderful, competent nurses.

Sigh.