I spent my first night after surgery in one of those awesome powered hospital beds that goes up, down, and all that jazz. It made it so easy to find a comfortable position to sleep in. When I came home I had this awesome rocker/recliner chair that allowed me to do the same thing. It hurt to lie back all the way, and it hurt to sit up straight. But I could kick my feet up, lean back just a little bit, and go to sleep with a minimum of discomfort. There are times when the littlest of things makes all the difference in the world.
An issue I’ve had for many years is mucus buildup in my throat. I cough it up and it comes back. The only way I’ve found to combat it is to drink pop. The carbonation breaks up the mucus and gives me some relief from the coughing. But with my recent issue, drinking pop was just right out. Now part of my recovery included drinking juice for extra vitamins and the like since my system was running so low. I found after one sip that grape juice was just going to make my mucus problem worse. But apple juice is acidic enough that it ate the mucus right up. I’ve been drinking apple juice ever since and the coughing is gone. I never realized how something so simple could help so much.
Sunday was a day of change. It was one week after the first symptoms started. A friend stopped by on the way home with gifts from the convention I missed this weekend. We talked a bit. It was good. It was tiring. Then I had a hankering for pudding and ate most of a bowl of fresh milk chocolate pudding. Pure bliss. I can actually lie down on a bed without hurting now. So that is good too. Then I saw a Subway commercial and fell in lust. A few minutes later I held in my hands a toasted slice of wheat bread. Add cheese, honey mustard, BBQ sauce, ham, and lettuce, and my mouth took a direct trip to heaven.
I began toying with real food on Friday. The meatloaf was good but I could only eat it very slow and in small amounts. My system handled it, but an attempt to eat it later that day hit a total roadblock. My stomach just said no, so I ate some more jello and went to bed. On Saturday I tried chicken noodle soup, with real chicken added, and had the same result. Once was OK. Twice was right out. I have been able to handle scrambled eggs each morning though, which has been an amazing jumpstart to the day. The best news is, my Wookie mating calls remain strong so all hope is not yet lost. 🙂
There was some confusion when it comes to my discharge. I never got a final doctor visit, and many of the plans were in flux when they decided to let me go. My discharge papers said I should have a six day perscription of antibiotics and they were sending me home with a stool softener. No stool softener. And the pharmacy only gave me a four day prescription. Which was going to end on Saturday. A weekend. When the pharmacies are closed. Color me worried when I realized the problem on Friday. So I called the hotline and talked to them. It seems they really did mean for me to run out of antibiotics five days after a life threatening operation. Oh lucky me.
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