I'm Home!!
I can't believe they sent me home just two days after major surgery, but when my doctor came by to see me yesterday morning, she said "The surgery went well, you're up, you're moving, you're passing gas, so it's time to go home"
She said I certainly gave her a run for her money, as a scheduled two-hour surgery became a four-hour marathon. She said things went better than she expected at first, and she was almost finished with the laproscopy, but then could not finish the final step in the procedure that way, so she had to open me up after all for the final part.
So she signed me out yesterday morning. Problem was, when Jan had come by earlier, I was still on the IV pump, antibiotics and morphine drip, and they said it would probably come off tomorrow today). So Jan went to help our son with his new home renovations, and be back by dinnertime. Two hours later my doctor discharged me. But how to get a hold of Jan?? I don't know his new cellphone number. I never have to call him on it. I do have it in my purse, but one isn't supposed to bring valuables to the hospital, so no purse to look in. And his cell number wasn't on the paperwork at the hospital either.
The only other telephone number I knew was my sister's, but I know she doesn't pick up if it's not a number she recognizes. Figured I'd leave a message anyways, but turns out she was out for the day.
So I spent the whole day hanging out in my room watching the new babies arrive. I was in one end of the 'Maternity' ward, because it's the same doctor who does both. And they were having a run on deliveries yesterday, so there was a lot of coming and going.
Jan finally arrived around dinnertime, and he was even more surprised they'd discharged me.
So now the recovery begins. The pain isn't too bad. It's all rather 'familiar' now - like after all my C-sections - except I'm a LOT older now. For me, the worst is usually the after-effects of the anesthetic, which will last for a while yet. But each day should get better.
Anyways, I'd really like to thank everyone for all their thoughts and prayers during all this. It meant a lot.
Now to take it easy and rest. Then to figure out a way to wash my hair. It's one thing to be a "rootin' tootin' Grandma", it's another thing to be looking like Einstein's mother.
I can't believe they sent me home just two days after major surgery, but when my doctor came by to see me yesterday morning, she said "The surgery went well, you're up, you're moving, you're passing gas, so it's time to go home"
She said I certainly gave her a run for her money, as a scheduled two-hour surgery became a four-hour marathon. She said things went better than she expected at first, and she was almost finished with the laproscopy, but then could not finish the final step in the procedure that way, so she had to open me up after all for the final part.
So she signed me out yesterday morning. Problem was, when Jan had come by earlier, I was still on the IV pump, antibiotics and morphine drip, and they said it would probably come off tomorrow today). So Jan went to help our son with his new home renovations, and be back by dinnertime. Two hours later my doctor discharged me. But how to get a hold of Jan?? I don't know his new cellphone number. I never have to call him on it. I do have it in my purse, but one isn't supposed to bring valuables to the hospital, so no purse to look in. And his cell number wasn't on the paperwork at the hospital either.
The only other telephone number I knew was my sister's, but I know she doesn't pick up if it's not a number she recognizes. Figured I'd leave a message anyways, but turns out she was out for the day.
So I spent the whole day hanging out in my room watching the new babies arrive. I was in one end of the 'Maternity' ward, because it's the same doctor who does both. And they were having a run on deliveries yesterday, so there was a lot of coming and going.
Jan finally arrived around dinnertime, and he was even more surprised they'd discharged me.
So now the recovery begins. The pain isn't too bad. It's all rather 'familiar' now - like after all my C-sections - except I'm a LOT older now. For me, the worst is usually the after-effects of the anesthetic, which will last for a while yet. But each day should get better.
Anyways, I'd really like to thank everyone for all their thoughts and prayers during all this. It meant a lot.
Now to take it easy and rest. Then to figure out a way to wash my hair. It's one thing to be a "rootin' tootin' Grandma", it's another thing to be looking like Einstein's mother.
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