Discharged

I was actually discharged from the hospital yesterday (!)(!!) - about a week after surgery. I'm going to be 'living' at the Penn Tower hotel with my mom for probably about another week until I have a post-op appointment (hey ho the staples must go) and am deemed 'able
to fly.' That's a little scary considering it's hard to sit up for two hours now, so flying home is going to be a bit of a trial.

The first weeks post major surgery - it turns out - are actually not the stuff of dreams, but I guess its an unavoidable part of the game. (What is this 'game' - how did I end up playing it?). The first couple of days post surgery, at least in my case, one has an epidural - this means you feel NOTHING! in a good way. You begin to think - surgery? what surgery? It didn't even hurt! Then they remove the epidural.

It is replaced by a morphine pump with a little button that is placed in your hand, and you are given every junkie's dream - morphine on command. You feel twinges, but they are relieved with a mild finger movement. Then they take away the morphine pump.

It is replaced by oral pain pills that you take every 4 hours. And everything changes. Surgery, what surgery? Oh. That surgery. That incision. Those staples. My pain medication is called Dilated and is pronounced very, very similarly to deluded, which is the way I felt about the doctor who took away my morphine pump for a while.

Now, after that rant - It is much nicer to be out of the hospital - a bit of autonomy and a lack of being woken up 5 times a night will go a long way - but being at home will be a huge step up still. Logan is in town this weekend, being nice enough to sit around with me while I
am possibly the most boring person alive, watching episodes of the office and drinking smoothies, so that is nice :)

Hope you are all doing well - Mary