Month: March 2022

Had a checkup yesterday with the surgeon and got rid of one of the drains.

I made a run to Falmouth Hospital to pick up a second binder which they’d inadvertently forgotten to include in my discharge kit.

I’ve put on two pounds a day in fluid this week. Had to wash blood-stained bed linens again.

We made supper last night for the first time since the surgery: ravioli and meatballs, salad. I had stomach pains for hours from the tomato sauce.

Lizzie had a tough night, barked and trumped a couple of times.

Made reservations and paid for a veg supper on the Sunday of my birthday weekend.

Ron’s friend Annette passed away over the weekend.

When Tony’s son didn’t show up yesterday, Ron drove Tony to and from an outpatient medical procedure in North Falmouth.

Mighty Rondromat did a great job with the blood-stained linens. Everything came out very well and we put the bed back together yesterday.

We saw my bruised self for the first time today. It’s impressive. I’m glad to have the surgery done and glad to have had it done.

Lizzy has been a brat but quieted down after I gave her a spoonful of cherry pie.

I’ve been listening to Heather Cox Richardson’s interview with Joe Biden. It’s mediocre, not memorable and certainly not inspiring. As we’ve come to expect, Uncle Joe is not a soaring rhetoric kind of guy.

Took a shower this morning and put myself back together again a bit better than before. Hope to get rid of the drains on Monday.

Have been watching “The Drop Out” on HULU and “Seaside Hotel” on PBS. Felt luxurious in a way to have a minimal schedule this week. No errands, cooking or cleaning and I only looked at NEPS yesterday.

It’s two days after surgery and I’m starting to feel better.

The pain is manageable, more so than I expected. What I didn’t plan on was light headedness and nausea. I refused to pay for any meds but antibiotics. Besides, opiods and anti-nausea meds cause constipation.

Falmouth Hospital treated me very well, but I couldn’t sleep there. Catching up at home.

Last night (day of discharge) one of the drain incisions started bleeding, over my clothes, the binder and a little on bedsheets. It was a bloody mess and I was dizzy to boot, almost passed out. Ron was helpful.