Walnut Room this way

Walnut Room this way
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Thursday, February 27, 2014

It's been a week...

...since my little possum friend visited the trash bin, and I had time or energy to post.  Monday was a busy day...
 I was scheduled for first...but, unfortunately, they gave away my operating room.  Now, it is not like I was not there early, and they could have taken me back in my own little spot.  You know these things are just not really on the list of fun ways to spend a Monday morning anyway, so, it is somewhat disconcerting to have to wait 3 additional hours on top of the 2 I had already been waiting.  But, I made the best of it and took a nap while R went to get some lunch.  I had my personal secretary (R gets that job, too) notify my list of contacts that I was delayed by 7 hours because everyone was already texting, "are you out yet?" when I had not even been in yet.  Wait 3 hours for the other patient's surgery to get done, and then the 3-4 hours of my own, and an hour of recovery and it was going to be a long day...as in I was going in when I should have been coming out.  So, I have clarified that, right?  That they gave away my operating room and thus I had to wait in a somewhat anxious state for an additional 3 hours?  Because my doctor asked me to be sure to mention that; he was not happy either.
 Amazingly, however, except for the little fainting episode (which I have never in my life ever done before), this has been a remarkably uncomplicated "after."  My BP was a little low post-surgery which created something of a sinking spell (literally) when I got up to walk the first time.  Fortunately, I was sitting at the moment of fainting as I had felt woozy and the PTs were prepared already with the chair.  It is good to know what you are doing, isn't it?  My PT was very young, and I asked her a question once, "Are you sure?"  She smiled and said, "Yes, I am.  I went to school to learn to do this."  I had to laugh.
 My friend Debra checked in frequently, and while she did not bring me a pig ear sandwich, I am pretty sure she would have if I had requested one.  She is probably the world's most consistent person in taking care of sick people, folks in the hospital, asking about family members, and taking food and going to funerals.  Thank goodness she did not need to do any of those things for me--especially that going to funerals part, although she offered repeatedly--food, errands, help, not having a funeral.  I reminded her I use those rare occasions when I need a little help to get my money's worth from R and J.

My friend Jane from Unalaska shipped a big ole cooler of frozen meals.  Oxford only gets second day air from NYC so that was no easy feat from Alaska!  Now, if I could get R or J to microwave one of them for me!  I had hoped that her executive chef husband had taken pity on me and whipped up some of his pretty and delicious food, but I will never look a gift jarred food in the mouth, regardless of my highest regard for Chef Rich's culinary skills.
 Mom and Dad and Sis checked in and sent good wishes, along with some flowers.  I count on my regular updates from Sis as to how everything is back home and it makes me feel connected while I cannot be there. 
I am walking with only the cane (no walker!) and have had minimal pain.  I am beyond amazed, and can now look at R with a knowing smirk when he voiced the opinion that I and my surgeon were being a little too optimistic.  I just love getting to be right.  Now, granted, it is because of the type of procedure, and that I am so "young" (yes, I know, young is relative at this point, as in "not 80" as the doctor said).  So, since I am totally bored and one can only play Candy Crush so many times in one day, and one can only walk down the hall and back so many times in one day, and one can only read Chinua Achebe so many times in one day, it seemed like a good thing to do to complain about the wait for my operating arena and proclaim the so far great outcome.

Tomorrow, I will do some real work!

9 comments:

LindaRe said...
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LindaRe said...

Have a happy healing.

Suzassippi said...

Thank you! It's going pretty well I think.

Lana Pugh said...

Getting booted from your surgery room is never fun. When I had to have my emergency C-Section I felt bad that I had booted a girl that literally was about to be wheeled down the hall from her room. Get better soon!

Oh, and weenie dogs are the best snuggly buddies ever. This is why I have two. :)

Suzassippi said...

I think the key to getting to cut in line is the word "emergency" here. :)

Beth said...

Glad this went well, other than the wait! I understand now why they schedule surgeries at 11 p.m. at night! What dear friends to have :)

Suzassippi said...

I surely would not have wanted that 11 p.m. slot!

Gigi said...

Love the cute surgery cap. :) Hope you are continuing to progress in your recovery each day. Wish we could have come and whipped up some meals in person. Well, that would be Rich. I could set the table and/or bring you a tray. :)

Gigi said...

Love the cute surgery cap. :) Hope you are continuing to progress in your recovery each day. Wish we could have come and whipped up some meals in person. Well, that would be Rich. I could set the table and/or bring you a tray. :)