Surgery was January 20th. I am sitting here in my hospital room where I’m starting to think I’ll spend the rest of my life. The surgery was successful. My doctor is brilliant. I don’t really want to go into details on what ended up being a 12 hour surgery.
I have had a few setbacks and even ended up in ICU for a few days. None of my complications were unexpected for this type of surgery. They are just annoying. I’m okay and progressing little by little. I’m now eating real food. I’m walking more. I’m working on my breathing. I’ve been told I should get to go home by the end of the week. Of course, my body will help decide that. Many of my blood counts are lower than they should be so that is keeping me here for now.
I’ve met with a physical therapist, occupational therapist, dietitian, and more doctors, residents, nurse practitioners, medical students and nurses than I can count. Once again I couldn’t be happier with my care. I’ve had wonderful nurses that really seem to care. None of the other people push. I got cleared by PT and OT fairly early thanks to my overall health and fitness and youth. I still can’t put socks on myself, but I can do a lot. Getting in and out of bed is one of the more difficult tasks, but I’m getting better at it. I’m on a super fun low fiber diet for at least a month, but this is where having a retired dietitian and good cook for a mother comes in handy.
All the cards, flowers, notes and visitors are greatly appreciated. It’s been so nice to have people stop by even if it’s for a short time because I need another nap. Having flowers is wonderful since it has basically been grey outside the entire time I’ve been in here. I do have a nice view from the 8th floor of the building I’m in.
My complaints so far are pretty small. One is the fact that every single time I call to order food, no matter the time of day, I get put on hold. Every time. Sometimes for 5- 6 minutes. And then they super annoying family across the hall from me who doesn’t understand quiet hours or keeping your children in check at a hospital. Thankfully that patient went home.
Hopefully the next time I write something I will be on my couch and not in this bed. Until then, thank you for being my friends and for caring so much.