Hospitals. are for leaving, not sleeping. I didn’t get much sleep. The IPOD was more effective than the morphine! My belly has 4 wholes and 1 small bikini incision. I’m sore just moving in bed. Lot’s to bitch about, but you can imagine all of that. But it was an eventful day.
Nancy warned them as they were getting me to my feet for the first time, that I get dizzy when in pain (recall the earlier post that got my Cword found to begin with). I blew her off and promptly almost went to my knees! The Darvon they gave me did no good. Pain it was. I did end up walking down the hall to the glee of all. What an easy place to get approval!
Next up was getting the catheter pulled out. Men have it the best for insertion. As the surgeon explained, “oh we do that after he is under”. Boy was I relieved to hear that. So the assisting surgeon visits me along with a med-school student. You know where this is going! “Patty, have you ever taken a catheter out?” The rest is history as they say. Over a few beers I’ll tell you the whole story!
Next up for the day was liquid meals. Jello, Italian Ice and soup.
I had company all day long. Nancy twice, Liz and Emily all entertained me. Everyone, separately, said I reminded them of Grandmother (my mom), because everyone had seen her in a hospital/nursing home environment and my walk had less spring than mom!
Heading home tomorrow, Friday and we wait 10 days + for pathology to make sure I am 100% clear of the C word.
