It all seems a blur now.

[JodyAnn]

Tonight as I sit here at my post, I ruminate about my nearly two years post op. The details so clear then are getting fuzzy these days. If you do not mind, let us take a trip together down my memory lane. I will save the preface story for another time. Hurry, let's get on the plane, I don't want to miss my flight!

SItting on the SkyHarbor runway mid morning on August 6,2015 I had one claim check, one carry on, my purse, in my left cup my passport, my right cup my IDs and bank cards. Around my neck the flash drive for the paper trail of the $9000 USD in hundreds, stuffed neatly in my panties where my new prize will be. So long fella, you get a one way trip!

A short hop to San Francisco and the long ride to Bangkok. So many hours and the in the morning another lay over in Tokyo. Changing from United to All Nippon Air I landed in BKK on the 7th just before midnight. I met my driver, whisked me to the hotel and he would fetch me in the morning at 8:00. I was up like a bullet, continental breakfast and off to the hospital. The day was an ordeal going here and there, poking and prodding and their own psych eval to prove I was crazy enough to do this to.

Dropped back at the hotel with Sunday off I did not explore too far. Monday Aug 10 at the hospital by 9:00 with a noon table date. It got pushed back until two.

As I was wheeled to the op room I was humming and replaying in my head the ending to TransAmerica. The anestisia felt like lit gasoline, but only for 6.5 seconds. I came back to earth about five, with a basketball stuffed between my legs. Back in my room in bed with my tall chrome boyfriend standing there holding gadgets and wire and hoses. I just had to know if the offending part was gone. I reached under the blanket, the dressing and... SON OF A...THAT HURTS!!! Yup not there. Wow, no shortage of blood though. Nothing more morphine wouldn't fix.

I was zonked for the night, sleep was not very comfortable. I was up early with a new problem. I made myself a lifelong promise I would never use a bedpan. My nurses and I had a vigerous discussion. They conceeded and fixed my date up for travel. Just a small trek and back across the room and a very new painful  experience. No I didn't, it was my packing signalling the need. It was my first and worst time up. More sleep please. Late that day my boyfriend and I were sneaking around the hallways. "No, no Madame Jody, you should be in bed!" " I must walk." Off to my room a few times, each time I escaped farther. I soon snuck out the elevator for a coffee shop espresso and outside for a smoke that hit me like a freight train. I feared I would not make it up to my room. I really slept that night.

An endless cycle the rest of the week, sleep, up "More morphine please." Another nap and energized again. Secret Agent Girl sliding out for coffee and cigs. The more active I was the better Miss Thang felt too. By Friday I owned the place! They took the packing out earlier, now the catheter. If I could pee on my own I could go home to my hotel. Peed like a champ but will this darn bloody period ever end?

Well kids, this is the first installment of the three part saga. My finger is tapped out for now.

[Charlize]

You are an amazing person dear.  I love your description but seriously doubt i'd be as "naughty".  Being a Secret Agent girl isn't me when i'm hurting.

Thank you for sharing your experiences here.

 

Hugs,

 

Charlize

[tracy_j]

James Bond on entry and Jane Bond to make your escape

Tracy

 

[JodyAnn]

12 hours ago, tracy_j said:

James Bond on entry and Jane Bond to make your escape

Tracy

 

Thank you Dear, never thought of that!

[JodyAnn]

Now let's see where was I? Oh yes, getting out of the hospital. My first hotel, The Minde, was really nice like a mini appartment but $44 dollars a day. I asked my driver if I could economize? The suggested Nontra de Comfort at $36 a night. Yes, that is my price! On the way we stopped at a Bangkok equivent of a Walmart and then a grocery and shopping suits across from my new hotel for my provisions. Also to note my driver didn't take me here and there, only medical appointments, airport and such. Shopping with me was a kindness.

OH MY LORD! This was perfect home. It was old and clean, very funky (like me) and tucked back in alley 58 off of Sakumvit 55. I checked into the desk and then off to my room on the third floor. The morphine ended forever when I walked out the hospital door so my new little sister was really smarting. A shower, some TV, in my bed. I think I was out like a light.

I was up early on Saturday, down stairs to the desk to say Good Morning and eat continental breakfast in the adjoining room, a tiny patio too. It was like a village coffee shop any hour of the day or night. Lots of fun conversations with patrons traveling all over the world. The second floor had a people area too, with sofas and computers on the internet.

I ventured out down the alley to the street. It was a wonderment. Each flat was three stories high and marvelous! I sauntered down the street a block to SevenEleven for cigs and an adventure. As I sashayed back I was loosing energy fast, healing little nipper was a full time job. Back to bed. Up and down all day and night. Out for a smoke, a cup of ginger, a mini alley adventure and back to bed. Snapper was healing incrimentally better, but still quite swollen and the blood seapage was slowing a little too. I could switch from overnights to maxi flow pads. Sunday was far less adventuresome many shops closed. I needed rest anyway. One large double flat was a barbershop that also did tatoos. Down the alley across from the hotel was a flat that a man would sit out side about 10pm til the wee hours and lots of people came by. This alley is really weird. Cool but weird.

On Monday I had my first doctor appointment, all ok and let's learn how to dilate.OMG it felt like I was being impailed with a freight train! Hey Mister! This was NOT in the travel brochure! I have to do this the rest of my life???(Today it is fun and quite pleasurable.)

What a day, what an order! I need an AA meeting! I had found it long before on the web, back in the states. Let me take a little break here, be right back.

[JodyAnn]

Hmm... the second part on the second post got lost in the sauce. I believe I will skip part three. Sorry.

[Charlize]

Nothing to be sorry about dear.  I love to read your stories when you write them.  I also find the need for meetings.  Somehow i find a calmness and acceptance there that is otherwise difficult to find.

 

Hugs,

 

Charlize

[Cyndee]

Please keep writing, such a good story Jody Ann, the drive to be complete is relentless....

Hugs

Cynthia -

[JodyAnn]

I wrote a big long page to finish part two, I thought I pressed submit. I guess I muffed it. Maybe I'll finish when the wind comes back in my sails. I like to write while I guard the construction site. It helps me forget my career is at minimum wage.

On a lighter note I checked the Salt River Intergroup city meeting list. I get off at 6:00 am. Exactly right across the street is a 6:15 am AA meeting. I went and had the best time! What a Godshot!!!