What was her name again?

So feeling very groggy in the Pack-U intensive care unit, I remember being wheeled to the furthest curtained area of the room. I quickly noticed that a nurse was set up within a few feet of my bed, with a computer, phone and equiptment. I came to know that my nures's name was Tameka. She was a young African-American lady, who was very sweet. She was anamazing care-giver, tending to all of my needs (even though there were not many needs at that point). She was obviously a great co-worker as she helped out wherever she could. The only problem was, I kept forgetting her name!

I guess the stress of the surgery, effects of anesthesia, and having a brain tumor cold have had something to do with it, but I would lie there for what seemed like a long time just trying to recall her name. And it really made it difficult onetime when my Dad was visiting and he called her the wrong name...like shameka, or something...then I was really confused. I would doze off for a while and then either I would just remember her name or I would hear someone refer to her by her name. So then, I would try to associate her name with something that was easier to remember. For example, he beginning sounds like "Tom" my son's name. If I just remember that, I'll remember her name. Well, I remembered that, but still couldn't come up with her name.

Regardless, Tameka i a wonderful nurse and person. I was in awe of her caring and patient nature. At one point, I had become very nauseous after eating some jello and italian ice and she handled it so well and made me feel so much better. Later that evening, I recall waking up and someone must have been telling her that she was going home early and they were going to move me to another spot. She seemed disappointed, and I thought I heard her say, "I just didn't want to leave him, he's cute! Must have bee the drugs!

I told her a few times how much I appreciated her special care. I got to see her again the next morning when she came back in.

When the neuro-surgical team came in to see me, they told me that I would have to have an MRI today! I became very scared. Why the heck do I have to go back in that horrible machine and how would I survive it? Sue kept me calm and made sure that I was given some medication to get through it. It really wasn't bad this time. The technician did a great job of telling me everything that was going on. She would say, "ok, this one is 3 minutes long" This really helped the test go faster and before I knew it she was telling me that this was the last one! Sucess!

Following the MRI, Iwas finally moved to the regular post-surgical floor. More later.