left for hospital monday morning 5:45…..
got there, hung out.
had fun writing up my advanced directive which i hadn’t had a chance to finish before. “see that plug? pull it.” “you can hydrate me until i start biting and growling. use the green needles.” “forget the feeding tube.”
“if i cannot communicate with friends or particpate in this life, send me home and i’ll come back another time.”
i really really liked the form for the organ donation, where it said, “i understand that this gift becomes effective upon my death.” which, after enough robin cook and michael palmer novels, was quite heartening….
i feel as if i’ve had back surgery, but actually, no matter what position i’m in, i’m okay–it’s the transiting between that is the challenge. i can use/lift my left leg higher and with less pain that i’ve been able to in many months. i was up walking by monday night–walking is very fatiguing, but not terribly painful.
the only medical complication, if that, is that the iv blew early evening on monday–and i am notoriously difficult to start ivs on. one surgery was almost cancelled years ago because no one could start one–the only sure place to start one is the inner elbow, but all the elbow-bending makes that not the best for practical purposes……
so the one in my right outer arm blew–all swolled up and hot and looked like i was retaining that old fluid bubble….
took three people, and 9 sticks to get a new one going….. soon as they’d go in, the vein’d do a deep dive…. i told them they weren’t really veins they were seeing, i’d just drawn them on in crayons….. as soon as they’d send in the next person to try, all the little blue lines would appear….. i was sitting there suggesting clavicle lines…. we ended up with the old elbow draw after all….
biggest hassle was remembering that beds and chairs are higher than toidy seats–not that hard getting down to them, but that first trip up was scary, and i almost fell over. not a good thing to do first day out….
this hospital gives out neon pink armbands for people who are “fall risks,” which i have been my entire life, surgery or not….. so i think that’ll i’ll find my beads of that color and make a permanent one…..
wasn’t sure if i’d feel safe coming home to alone-ness; yesterday morning was pretty sure i wouldn’t…. but i had a really challenging CNA, who would let my IV alarm ring for between 10 and 25 minutes at a time, and that started an amazing increase in my healing powers….. truly, i got stronger all the time and was doing things on my own, and with pt’s help in terms of how it’d be at home–i mean, this IS the 3rd lumbar surgery, so i’m pretty good at making things accessible…..
didn’t get all the approvals from pt and my surgeon to go til late afternoon, which was fine, because by then i was quite confident about going home. jeanette had some meetings at school, and one with an incoming resident, so she got over around 7:15; we got everything packed and all the discharge stuff done; went to get drugs, cinnamon rolls, soda and some other essentials–home, counted cats, refilled food and water bowls, called jean (she’s the only person whose phone number WASN’T on the puter…..)
went to bed. fell asleep before 11; got up at 10:30!
thanks for all your love and concern.
(oh, i seem to have some problems with platelets, so have a hematology consult set up for the 30th….. harrumph. trying to figure out which is worse: needing a hematology consult (oh, no, maybe i’ve gotten FeLV after all these years!), or a cardiac one????? after all these years, i finally found out my blood type, and a universal receiver, so that’s not a problem at least!)