February 3, 2023
Day 1 After Surgery (A.S.)
If you have ever stayed at a hospital resort with a loved one well you already know how the night went. What kind of Valerian Steel are the hinges on the doors to hospital rooms made of in order for them to be opened so many gigajillions of times per night? Anywho, we guesstimated that we got around two hours of “sleep” total off and on the whole night. Dr. N’s partner, Dr. McSubstitute came in at 6am and said David looked really good. He looked at his very long hockey stick shaped incision and said it looked good as well. He said David would transition from a clear liquid diet to a just a liquid diet. Mmmm boy! He also said the pain pump would be removed tomorrow. Lawd be with me…I mean him. Please give him strength…I mean me. David has not complained about too much pain and he doesn’t hit the pump too much. He is the strongest person I know . The Foley catheter came out this morning to David’s delight and he has been able to pee without issue. Had he not been able to urinate, then a bladder scan would have been necessary to check for issues which could possibly make a straight catheter necessary if he couldn’t “make water on his own”. While I ran to the hotel to shower and change clothes, PT came and got David out of bed and into a chair to sit for a while. When I got back, he and I walked down the hall twice and then he sat in the chair for a while more. I asked about a shower, and they said maybe tomorrow but he could put on clothes if he wanted. I gave him a warm bath fit for a “professional working woman” with some Bath and Body Works bath gel we had. So, we had the room and him smelling fresh and floral…I mean like manly, masculine, man scent. All of that wore him out so he has been napping while I sat here getting my thoughts down. The nurse has come in a few times this evening saying they are getting low oxygen calls so they keep coming to check on him. He says he feels ok and is at this moment eating his liquid diet of tomato soup, unsweet tea and milk. He does his spirometer exercises every hour while I cheer him on in a very supportive way and totally not saying things like “just do it and hush”. It is my job to count and his job to suspect me of miscounting and totally not without merit. I have a lot of jobs in the hospital as a matter of fact. Welp, it is nearly time for evening report. Time to go see who the trouble makers are on my way to find something to eat. All is quiet at the moment. Patient is snoozing. Where my nurses at? Dap me up. 5 South 81 out.
