(Before I knew it, the surgery was already done!) In the recovery room, I heard someone called my name repeatedly. "Ching? Ching? Can you hear me, Ching? Take a deep breath and a cough." I followed instructions a few times before I could even open my eyes or say anything that made sense.
After they determined that I was awake, they again bed-escorted me to the main building of the hospital. Room 640 was my room - a private room with a TV and a bathroom. Pretty cool. When I just got settled in my room, Mark arrived. He stayed there with me until around 9 PM. Irene, Sophia, Rachel, and Troy visited me with fruits (freshly cut), Tropicana orange juice, and some chicken soup (which had a major spilt before arriving at the hospital).
I didn't eat anything until the next day before I was still pretty out of it due to the morphine doses they gave me. For quite two or three times during their visit, I really wanted to throw up. I toughed it out and did not make a scene. =)
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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