Somebody Poked Me Really Hard

Mind you, I  am not complaining. But there is a very sore dagger wound in my right side and it is making it hard to pop out of bed.  Once I get up, I am a little more normal in my movements, but I am moving very slowly.

Not that I was ever a speedy walker, but there are so many things about me now that are out of character. The biggest one is that I am not hungry.  That is just so weird.  Luckily food tastes good and I am willing to eat it, but not very much.  It stretches my dagger wound.  So we order a meal that seems appealing, and then I eat some of it and make Jon finish the rest. He has been here the whole time (it's really because he is so frugal that he doesn't want to pay to park more than once. It is a flat fee of $5 for as long as you are here, and he doesn't see the point of going home and coming back.).

But on to medical issues.  I am doing well.  Walking, peeing all by myself, still waiting for that dang gas to appear, sleeping, getting nebulized (when you come to the hospital with a chest cold. they don't just ignore it).  The medical student who came through this morning told me that I am doing unusually well -- they really like it that I am willing to walk. My understanding is that is my ticket out of here, so of course I am willing to walk.  The resident who came through said I might be feeling really hot because they took my ovaries and maybe I am still reacting to that.  I wonder how long I will feel so hot.  I thought it was these compression stockings and all this plasticky stuff that is around me.

This morning Jon gave me a blood thinner shot in my belly -- he is brave -- and he did it without hurting me.  This bodes well for the next week or so of shots in the belly.

I am on broad spectrum antibiotics, lots of them, while they wait for the results of the cultures.  They got one back and it was E. coli so that one they can deal with.

But there isn't really much to report.  I have never been the person in the bed in the hospital, and I finally have a better understanding of how the days and nights go. It is very organized, of course. They just keep going round and round with their various jobs.  Breath treatment, meds, vital signs, meds, drawing blood.  I like the board on the wall that tells all the details and when they don't keep it properly updated, I point that out. What good is a board without real information? We have been here long enough to see the same nurses come back for another shift. Everyone is very nice, without exception.

I am ready to go home as soon as these bowels do their job.  The medical student said they had to move them around, and when that happens they just clam up and stop, so this is not unexpected. But dang.

I forgot  to say yesterday that I asked Dr. Singh what kind of container all of the stuff they removed would fit into.  A coffee cup?  A pint jar? A quart jar?  She said a coffee cup.  That seems so little. Those parts of me once contained very small humans. What a thought. Well, I don't need them anymore and they were working against me, so good riddance.  But they did really good work when they were needed and I don't forget that.

I am finding it unexpectedly heartwarming to hear from people who have read the blog. I don't need to hear from everyone, but thank you for saying hello.  It is amazing how reassuring it is to know you are all out there thinking of me. That is what Jon said too when he was going through his version of this business. I hope the next post will be from our messy house. And I am imagining there won't be much to report until the pathology reports come back, but we shall see.