My world is my house and hospitals at the moment, so you’d think I would have little opportunity to acquire new things. You would be wrong. Here is some of my surgery swag.
First, a thing I didn’t get: when I checked in, they dressed me in these cool Panama bottoms. I liked the retro pattern and seriously thought about stealing them. During the pre-surgery period, they also gave me a little foam headrest, which I openly admired. The nurse said I could take it home if I wanted, that they were only going to toss it for sanitation reasons. Satisfied that I got something, I left the pjs behind. Although I accidentally stole the pillowcase the headrest came in.
In recovery, they also provided a pair of slippers with little treads on them (they have you up and walking the same day when you get knee surgery). So I got to keep those too (they might make good river shoes for the summer). Please also note the beauty of the German and French translations of rubber soled slipper.
And upon discharge, I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a bunch of prescriptions. My gift with purchase? A little thermal bag advertising something called Lovenox, which I imagine is a pleasant drug that makes a lady made short-tempered by pain and medications seem adorable.