I'm probably just going to end up blowing off steam here, but okay...
Today I came back from the hospital. The surgery went perfectly, I recovered quickly and my tinnitus is roughly the same. Only my cheeks are have swollen a lot, so I look like a hamster-human-hybrid.
The surgeon and most staff were all very friendly and professional, although there was the occasional nurse who hesitantly first tries to pull your knickers down and afterwards tries to explain why that was necessary
Then there's diet. I'm vegan and trying out new dairy-based foods right after an operation is not a great idea. Well, here we go: first I'm sent a whole box full of non-vegan `liquid foods'. If hadn't checked the ingredient lists and started e-mailing, I would have food poisoned myself. The same dietician gave me a list of suggested foods to throw into a blender. All of them are traditional Dutch meat-based recipes and a couple of non-vegan meat/fish-substitutes.
Interestingly, they consider the Dutch fish and chip shop-style snack 'kroket' vegetarian, which it clearly isn't
(let alone healthy...)
The morning after the operation I'm brought some kind of
vegetarian porridge of unknown origin for Mr. FlyThroughDoors. Cool, they got the food
and name wrong
Then I'm presented with all kinds of non-vegan meal-choices for dinner, and no-one there knows what exactly is in the food the serve or what the possibilities are. Thankfully, I recovered quickly and was allowed to go home in the morning. When I left, they gave me three packs of tomato-vegetable stock to make and drink at home. The exact stuff which the dieticians list recommends me
not to drink, because it's all water and flavour, and has no nutritional value.
At the risk of sounding arrogant, I really don't understand how I can be sharper on four doses of morphine than the staff who were told my dietary restrictions weeks in advance. Has anyone seen that part of The Lion King where Scar says "I'm surrounded by idiots...
" ? That's how I feel sometimes...
And now I'm home with my parents, who both were against the operation. Actually, it's partly because they decided against an operation when I was eleven that I have to go through this now, in order to save what can be saved.
My father has been giving me bad vibes for weeks no and communicates a little as he can get away with.
My mother really wants to help with the best intentions, but she ends up pulling things out of my hands insisting that she'll carry them, talking to medical staff for me and about me while I'm standing right there. Occasionally she'll come into my room and start an argument (again) over whether the window should be closed or open. Note: I'm completely capable of walking around, expressing myself, showering, opening doors etc.
Today she made me some food that was against my suggestions. I tried it and it was so salty I couldn't eat it. I told her and apologised, and then she gets upset
She really has the best intentions, is incredibly considerate and she has a heart of gold. But these things happen, and she takes is personally... and here I am dealing with the recovery and these two social minefields
I can't wait to get back to school where I can just get pissed of at the professors and their messy lectures and random grades