32 Flavours...and then Some!

Hey all, this is feren checking in from the World's Smallest Two-Bedroom Flat on behalf of lady_curmudgeon. This entry was originally started by the Curmudgeon but then she went to lay down and asked me to finish writing it for her. Just as I was putting the polishing touches on the entry her PC crashed and I discovered upon reboot that the draft was lost... hooray for technology. Luckily I can rewrite it from memory, at least for what she'd written before retiring to the recliner for some much-needed and well-deserved rest.


I am back home and feel good except for my tummy, which feels like it was run through by a U-haul truck.

Thank Dog for Percocet.

I added a link to the Golden Snip award on my userinfo page.

I also added a hug thinger.


The good news is that the surgery went very smoothly and she was done in almost no time at all -- despite being wheeled into the operating room almost fifteen minutes after her scheduled start time, she was out of the OR within forty-five minutes. I met briefly with her doctor, got a quick run-down of an uneventful procedure and then her surgeon disappeared into the ether in that mysterious way that most doctors and nurses seem prone to. Forty mintues after that I was paged to come down to pre-surgery as Curmudgeon had been moved back into that area after waking up from her general anesthetic. I stayed with her for about an hour, getting more water for her and coaxing her to eat some of the crackers they had so she could take an additional pain killer (the shot they'd added to her IV didn't seem to be helping much, she quantified how she felt post-injection as "between six and seven" on a scale of ten, with ten being the worst pain). I went downstairs shortly before 1 PM to make some phone calls on her behalf to friends and family. While I was down there the nursing staff got her up and out of bed, walked her to the bathroom and then got her dressed. Upon my return to the recovery bay she was just finishing up with putting on her socks and, moments later, the nurses gave me her discharge papers along with some care instructions and a scrip for Vicodin (Curmudgeon mistakenly referenced Percocet in her part of the entry above). I drove her home, got her upstairs and into bed before I ducked out to the pharmacy to pick up her scrip. When I returned with the Vicodin, some ginger ale for her stomach and some fast food for my own. I helped her over to the recliner in the living room because the bed didn't seem to be allowing her to find a comfortable way to rest. That was around 1:45 PM this afternoon. She stayed in the recliner for three hours or so, tried moving back to the bed and decided that the recliner was the better option and that's where she's stayed since. Speaking as a veteran of a few surgical procedures myself I can attest that there's really no place like a recliner for somebody who just got home from surgery at the hospital.

With luck the Vicodin will continue to help her keep the pain in her tummy under control through the rest of today and tonight. If we're lucky tomorrow will be a better day and some of the "edge" will be taken off the constant aching of muscles. I also know that if you visit her hug thinger and leave a hug for her that'll go a long way to helping her feel better, too. It's sometimes the little things that help us down the road to recovery the fastest...

This is feren, reporting on behalf of the Curmudgeon, signing off for the evening.