I was heavily drugged as the physical therapist rolled me down to hallway. I haven’t been myself or close to it. I’m terrified of the pain and wonder what’s going to happen to me. There’s also a part of me that feels sure and doesn’t question herself as much.
My environment doesn’t feel as secure but it felt great to have a social worker pass by me and say, “Welcome back, Faith.” that was thoughtful and came at the right time.
It’s only been a few days but my confusion level after surgery is quite high. I can’t get my words right or basic information right. I figure it’ll return, hopefully sooner than later cause this feels terrible.