Surgery

I don't know how I made it through the night. Tuesday was more of the same. They tell me that the surgery is scheduled for the afternoon but won't give me a specific time. So it is more of lying in bed and taking the pain and spasms. I plead with my nurses to talk to the doctor and increase my meds. I think they finally give me a Valium shot which helps. I'm NPO again and can't drink or take much medication. I watch the clock as the hours tick by they as they are in slow motion. 10 a.m...11 a.m....12 a.m...1 p.m...etc. Finally at 5 p.m. I'm told they will be taking be down for surgey. Thank God! Over 36 hours of suffering in the hospital with a hip fracture and given minimal medication to deal with the pain I am taken into surgery. They wheel me down to the surgery room with my wife in tow. When I get to the operating room I remember talking the anesthesiologist who realizes how much pain I am in and quickly gives me something to knock me out. I am down for the count. The surgery takes an hour. The doctor puts in a titanium rod and screw in my right hip to brace the fracture. He tells my wife the surgery went fine. I wake up an hour later in postop and remember somebody asking me if I am ok. As I float back into conscienceness I respond with a foggy "yes". They wheel me up to my room for recovery.