The day started with the substitute surgeon stopping by about 5:30am for his rounds. Then the usual round of meds, vital signs checks, and shift change handoffs.
A holiday when you’re in a hospital is really just another day, except some of the staff are able to be home with their families (this is a good thing) and some of the operating hours for the cafeteria, etc. are different.
Kim came up and brought the presents Dad had schlepped down from Tulsa for us. We opened them. I kept one of the pajama bottoms here because it occurs to me that trying to wear the jeans I wore in out of here over that incision is a Bad Plan.
Then we hung out. I’ve got two more laps of the ward to do as I write this. I decided to mix it up a bit today – did a figure-eight lap with the crossover in front of the nurses’ station, so added about 60 feet to each lap. And I did the second set in the opposite direction.
My ostomy is starting to work as it should (i.e. the system has filled sufficiently) and that’s not a bad thing. It’s taking some getting used to. Get some pressure and bloat feelings and it’s kinda uncomfortable until it starts actually expelling poop. (And here you thought I was through with that tag. HA! I say. HA!).
Mostly, today was just calm and letting things heal.
I’m already noticing I’m a lot more stable (though still want a walker at least for a bit more), and I can get up and down easier as my body has adapted to using legs and arms instead of abs. Even coughing hurts less. It still HURTS, mind you, just less. My breathing is deeper.
The real surgeon’s back tomorrow. The ostomy nurse is back, too, so I’ll be getting instruction and ordering supplies and all that. Hopefully, I can get surgeon and oncologist to confab and we can come up with a plan. There’s a chance I may get released tomorrow. Or it may be Wednesday or some other day. I’m still low on hemoglobin, though my pulse oxygen levels have recovered as I’m able to take deeper breaths (and yes, use my diaphragm).
I hope all of my readers who celebrate had a Merry Christmas. And all of my readers who don’t had a happy day.
I really don’t have a lot more to say — except I would be very remiss if I didn’t thank each and every one of you who have expressed support for me and Kim during all this, in a broad and sometimes amusing, sometimes stunning, variety of ways. It’s almost impossible to keep track of it all. We try, but I’m probably going to need a spreadsheet. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. We don’t really know what or how we’ll need yet, but the sheer number of folks waiting for the word to be given is gratifying and humbling.
The other day I lost my shit about this. I’m still terrified, of course, but today I find myself legitimately hopeful that we can lick this thing. And I can, finally, poop normally again.