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More Surgery

Okay, I've just about had it. Last week I left the recovery room on a gurney after my son woke up screaming from his tonsillectomy. Today I had to bring home my husband from surgery to repair a deviated septum. I walked out okay, but let's just say I wasn't feeling altogether together. When he fell off the roof and split his thigh to the bone six years ago I had no issue with remaining in control. But I didn't yet have kids, and it seems that becoming a mommy has made me a "hospital procedure wimp" or some sort of thing.

Anyway, the nausea is receding now, just in time for me to change my husband's bloody nose bandages and administer Tylenol to my 3 yr old with an ear infection and 5 yr old who is still recovering from that tonsillectomy. I think it's safe to say that this morning's swim was the highlight of my day.

*warm up: 4 x 200's free (we pretended not to hear the breastroke part)

"fun little set" of:
*50 kick, 50 free with 5 strokes hard per length, 100 free steady, 2 x 50's sprint free, 100 breast with some sort of kick amalgamation
repeat 4 times (argh!)

*50 fast free, 100 breast with two underwater pull downs per length
repeat 4 times

It seems like there was something more, but I just can't pull it up right now. Such is the life of a nurse.
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