I had mentioned upcoming surgery for my daughter. Well, it happened last Friday and my life has been crazy to say the least. Did this put my Flight Plan on hold, or did I FLY through surgery? Well, let’s just say, I was not adequately prepared with a Flight Plan for surgery. I mean, how many times in your life (I hope not many) do you need a packing list specifically for an overnight stay at the hospital? And what exactly do you take? Also, keep in mind that you’re accompanying your 10-year-old daughter who will not be able to carry anything for herself following surgery, leaving you as the sole person responsible for everything. Throw in details like sleep deficit and the stress that comes for teachers at the beginning of every new school year with the overwhelming number of details to attend to even before the first Teacher Workshop days, and my Flight Plan faltered. I panicked, became overwhelmed, and screamed at my husband who appeared to be living a normal, everyday life that I couldn’t have.
In the end, I did come up with a manageable amount of baggage to bring into the hospital and carry back out again. I did keep things organized by things to do during the waiting time before and during surgery and clothing and toothbrushes etc for the overnight stay. I actually considered using my wait time during surgery to write up the plan for the presentation I’m scheduled for during teacher inservice days next week. I know, right?
What I really did during surgery was eat breakfast (so I wouldn’t become a patient later by fainting in the recovery room with my daughter), post updates to friends and family, nap (so I wouldn’t look like I might faint in the recovery room and so I could intelligently ask and answer questions), and eat lunch (to have the energy to care for my daughter after surgery, especially not knowing when I could get away again).
Yes, I really wonder what I looked like when the admitting nurse, while asking me questions about Emily’s medical history, made a point of telling me that I was welcome to come to the recovery room within 30 minutes of her arrival there but that I certainly didn’t have to if I didn’t want to. What?! my tired brain protested, trying to make sense of this. WHY would I not want to be in the recovery room with my daughter? Are there actually parents who think they have better things to do or what? At another point, the nurse asked me if I was okay. “Oh, yes,” I said brightly! Do I look that bad? Yes, I guess a couple of nights of 5 hours sleep will do that. I need at least 7 hours to really feel good.
So I guess it appeared that my Flight Plan may falter, but I flew (FLY = Finally Loving Yourself) when I took care of myself during surgery. After all, what good would I be if I didn’t?!