Divine Appointments III - The Finale
 | Current mood:  mellow Category: Life I've never been an OVER achiever, but I do like to please people when I can. It's not so much about my own desire for success as it is knowing that I've done something to make someone else happy...I think it's called co-dependency? LOL. So, knowing that my goal for the day was intestinal activity that would lead to gas, I set about doing the one thing I was capable of at that point in time: sleep. LOL. My mom and sister-in-law left to go home and I crashed. The nurses told me that while the gas was my goal I was in no way supposed to try to force anything. She said if I continued to drink my water and eat the clear fluid foods like jello, broth and juice, that I would be fine. So, I did what I was told. The nurses were very impressed with me. I'm not joking. They kept telling me how good of a patient I was and how nice it was to see me doing what they told me to do. I was doing pretty well with the healing and the pain, too. I only hit the morphine button two times between 2 pm and 10 pm on Saturday. I had gotten up more than a few times and pee'd on my own and at 9 pm that night I got up and took a walk with Peter - he was my cute little nurse's aide for that shift. Between 10 and 12 I took two hits of morphine because laying in the bed for most of the day had made me kind of stiff and my stomach muscles were spasming. A little after midnight the nurse came in and salined off my IV since I was getting enough water and she wanted to start me on pills so I could get used to them. I slept a little, pee'd, slept some more, pee'd some more and eventually morning rolled around. My surgeon, who was awesome, came in and took at look at my wounds. He took the bandages off and cleared me for a shower and going home. My nurse's aide for that morning, Paul, came in and got the shower ready for me. I told him I felt gross, that I was in dire need of a shower. He laughed and said he had seen gross and I was NOT it. He was really cool. He kept saying these funny compliments and then would say, "How'd you like that? I'd been working on that one." When I got out of the shower my mom was there. We waited for a little bit and the nurse came in to give me my release paperwork and tell me what I needed to do. Then Paul wheeled me down to where my dad was waiting in the Suburban and we headed back to Salem for some recouperation at my mom and dad's house. So it's Saturday and it's been one week since the surgery. I'm doing really well, although I think I may have overdone it a little because one of my wounds split open last night. It's not really bad, just a little tender. My main concern is that I don't make it worse or get it infected. I realized that they used the glue stuff on it so I'm not sure what I can and can't do. I think I'll just keep it dry and leave it a lone. My post-op meeting is on Monday back in Eugene. I'll find out what I need to do then. In the mean time I'm going to chill. Chillin is good! I hope you get the chance to do the same. I love you! |
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