I remember the day my husband stood between my IV port and the nurse. I have met nurses a’plenty through my years, not many are like this one; but this one was my nurse at the time.
I had had a minor surgery (as if any are really minor). Family was not allowed in Recovery Room #1. I woke up and they game me pain meds through my IV. Not long after my feet started twitching uncontrollably. “Weird,” I thought. Then my hands were feeling unconnected to my body. Continue reading