Thursday, January 29, 2009
The rat and the hand
I have my son's little brown rat on my shoulder, and my left hand is in a bandage from the surgery. The rat is wiggling inside my shirt. I don't know what she's doing in there -- maybe cleaning herself. Pet rats are very clean. They are meticulous. I love this rat.
I am able to type with the bandage on. The surgery wasn't bad, and I don't have to take pain medication because my hand doesn't hurt enough to go through the hassles involved with the medication. The medication is actually worse than the pain. If you don't need to take a powerful pain killer, why bother? The only thing I didn't like about the surgery was recovering from the anesthesia. That was hard. My surgery was done like at 9:00 and I was in recovery until around noon, sleeping most of the time. I barely remember going into the operating room. I have a vague memory of somebody putting an oxygen mask on my face, and of moving from the gurney to the operating table. The anesthesia stung a little when it went into my hand, but I had been warned about this, and I was hardly aware at that point. I remember it for a couple of moments, and then the next thing I remember was being in recovery. Charlie, who had picked me up from surgery, stayed with me until 4:00 in the afternoon, when Camille came over. Camille spent the night and left late morning, then came over this evening and had pizza. She also brought me sodas and ice cream (the breathing tube left my throat sore). Charlie and Camille have been really helpful while I have been recovering, doing things like walking the dog for example. I am lucky to have people who care about me.
The rat has settled down on my shoulder, quiet and still. I know my son will really love her when he gets her. I will have her for another week, but I really want him to see her as a baby. She's already growing. I have been checking to make sure there is a little bump in her tummy from eating food, but I don't see her going up to the next level for her food and I don't see her drinking water. I know she is eating and drinking though. She is a very happy rat. She doesn't have a name yet but I've been calling her Lily.
I have a good life.