New Year's Eve...or how NOT to ring in the New Year

So, once I came back from the cath lab, I was worn out and ready to sleep. I dozed on and off throughout the day. Ken left to head back to Urbana to collect the kids and some supplies for a couple of days. Until this point, I had held it together pretty well. But, once Ken left, I broke down for the first time. I felt entitled to a few tears, and indulged. The doctor came in while I was crying, and agreed to another dose of Adavan to prepare me for the arrival of the kids and my parents, who were making the two hour drive. The Adavan and the extreme fatigue lead me to sleep most of the day, unfortunately missing much of my parents' (and brother's) visit.

I was glad to be allowed to eat, though. I hadn't eaten since the popcorn at the game on Wednesday afternoon--was that really just yesterday?? So much had happened, it seemed impossible that several days had not past.

Ken and the boys secured a hotel room for the night. They left to have dinner and swim for a while. I was awake throughout the evening--watching TV and indulging in a shower. The nurse stopped my IV meds, but left the ports in, just in case. They also switched me to a portable monitor, which meant I could get to the bathroom with little trouble (though I won't say little effort, because, at this point, EVERYTHING took effort). The shower was wonderful. The nurse changed my bedding, and I slipped in between fresh sheet and watched TV the rest of the evening. About 10:30, I turned off the TV and lights, forgetting that it was New Year's Eve, banking on the nurse's promise not to bother me unless it was absolutely necessary. I slept hard, not even remembering being roused to take some meds at midnight.