It’s Sunday evening, and for the most part, I (Lisa) believe that I’m finally on the mend. But yesterday was really something else.
I left the hospital feeling pretty well – so well, in fact, I was willing to go to Starbucks drive-thru for a dulce de leche latte. Once home, I sat up in the living room and chatted with Mom, Dad, Kelly and Nat. By mid-morning, I was ready to crawl into bed and rest. I nodded off and on for a couple of hours but eventually found myself feeling like a balloon.
I later learned that this feeling was brought about by clots that had plugged up my drain tube, thereby not allowing a free flow of fluid drainage from the wound area. So it was a quick call to 911 and a speedy return to the hospital where Dr. Meric operated and cleared the drain tube finally giving me relief.
The decision was made to keep me in the hospital until I was able to regulate my pain with oral meds, I was up and moving around, and my drain tube looked clear. Truthfully, I’m relieved to be in the hospital and am less anxious being closer to nurses and doctors – especially in the days so near to just having had surgery.
It’s now 7:15 p.m., and I think we’re much closer to perfecting the timing of oral meds so that my pain is continuously under control. It’s also going to help, I’m sure, when Kelly arrives with some milk and chocolate!
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