This month was not at all as I planned. I was suppose to have a minor surgery, which turned into a major surgery. I was so lucky that everything ended up being benign and I will be back on my feet and moving closer to finishing my doctorate in no time; however, the last month has been very trying. My surgery was suppose to be outpatient, but since it turned into a major surgery I had to stay for about three and a half days in the hospital. I was really lucky in that I had a room to my self and my Mom was able to get off work and stay with me. They even brought in a cot for her, which she said was shockingly comfortable. I think I was in a remodeled room--there were beautiful hardwood floors, blueish/purple paint on the wall and a full (very nice) bathroom.
As a medical student, it was interesting to experience how suddenly and unexpectedly one can become a patient, who is so dependent on others to help with everyday needs. Because of my surgery, I could barely sit up for the first week or two. I felt like a baby who was rapidly going back through development milestones. Despite my complaining, I am recovering and I will be okay. Many others are not as lucky as I have been, even with my unexpected more invasive surgery.
I was so lucky to have my family and friends come and visit me, call to check up on me, and to my shock to send me flowers. I didn't realize how much flowers would brighten my days. I was surprised that I had three bouquets sent to me while in the hospital and one house plant arrived the day after I got home (see picture at the top of the post). I was even more shocked that I got two more bouquets the week after my surgery. I have had beautiful flowers for a month! I didn't know flowers could last so long.
