Hospital Stay

Oddly enough, staying in the hospital was very enjoyable for me.   The nurses waited on me hand and foot and the bed was extremely comfortable.  The food was pretty good when I got to eat.  I only had a bite of anything that was not a fruit cup because my pain medicine that went through my IV would make me nauseous. The IV system was really what caused my mother and me the most problems.  If I was reading this blog before I had ACL surgery, I would want someone to be honest with me, so I am not going to leave out the bad stuff.
After surgery, I was taken to a post-op room until the hospital has an available room for me.  I wrote earlier about what happened when I first woke up.  The second time I woke up, I thought my ankle was broken.  I had no pain in my knee, surprisingly, but my ankle was a whole other story.  It felt on fire.  They had to give me extra numbing medicine, which still two days after surgery hasn't completely worn off.  The nurse thinks that I had such bad ankle pain because during my surgery, the doctors had to manipulate my foot into odd positions during the surgery.
Once I got into my room after surgery, of course I had to pee.  My nurse (another one of my favorite people) told me I could either use a bed pan or crutches.  There was no way in heck that I was going to use a bed pan.  I mean those things are for old people. I'm only fifteen! Anyway, getting out of the bed for the first time was flat out hard.  My physical therapist did a good job with causing me the least amount of pain, but there was only so much she could do.  Walking on crutches did not hurt, but sitting down, standing up and moving my knee even the littlest bit felt like wildfire. 
Unfortunately for my mom (someone had to help me get out of bed), the IV made me have to pee every hour! I felt so bad for her. She was already sleeping in a chair and then she litterally had to get up every sixty minutes to help me get out of bed.  My whole night and day just went in this cycle: use all my energy walking to the bathroom, take an hour nap, and repeat.  On the bright side, later on into the night, I was able to lift my leg into and out of the bed all by myself.  This seams really simple but it was a HUGE deal for me!  I was tired of feeling so helpless!