Mother like daughter

I grossly underestimated the impact this little surgery would have on my life.  If you wondering, it has actually been quite painful.  I don't know why I thought getting my mouth sliced open, under my tongue, wouldn't  hurt that bad.  Let me just say that I spent a lot of time in recovery (5 hours) because my small airways collapsed from the anesthesia and I was having a hard time breathing.  I was blessed with the privilege of rooming with not one, but two patients that had colonoscopy's.  They were really letting them rip.  When the first lady was brought in I could tell she was a lot older and she just kept farting and farting and they were LOUD.  I kept laughing on the inside.  Later on I overheard the nurse explaining the gas is due to the air they use during the procedure, I was honestly a little relieved.  Roomy number two was younger and not so free in letting it escape.  Eventually, after some coaxing from the nurse, she just let em rip.  It was all very entertaining.  On a recovery note, well after five hours my oxygen sats were still kind of low and they kept telling me they couldn't let me leave yet.  I was kind of frustrated because I have oxygen at home and a saturation monitor.  I'm used to this kind of crap happening with Em, but I was not so patient with myself.  After a couple of hours I convinced them that I could handle this on my own at home.  I guess having a child with special needs can really have its advantages sometimes.  I spent the rest of the night on oxy, thanks to the extra tank I keep in Em's closet.  By morning I was fine, I did however have a new appreciation for Em(oxy kind of burns your nose).  Funny things happen to me and this proved true when my skin started turning red, bright red a couple days later.  Turns out I am allergic to the pain med that I was given, ha ha!  As of now, I am doing good.  I lived on a diet of yogurt, pudding and cream of wheat and lost 6 pounds.  SWEET!   I'll take that silver lining any day.