You Gotta Have Heart... Lots and lots and lots of heart...

Out of the Hospital and Into Recovery (10/1 to 10/15)

10/1 — Second day with the physical therapist. Today, a pain volume control decided to click down a few notches. I had to tell the PT to let go of the device (a more robust version of the four-legged walking aid, with wheels) so that I could push it along on my own. Surprise! We got along well after that.

Both of my roommates watched Fox. I watched a good deal of MSNBC in retaliation... :-o Now the bed is empty. Wonder if it will be filled?

Later on — Got a new roommate. Watches sports. African-American guy who called me out in my reaction to a patient in another room yelling for assistance. He rightly asserted that I don’t know what this lady (also African-American) was calling for and how she was feeling, and that I was prejudging her. We discussed this a bit, and I apologized. After that, we had a great relationship. I do know that my reaction was too much tinged by my prejudice about young, “loud-mouths”. It’s always best to stop and think before reacting when you do not know all of the facts.

10/2 — Don’t really remember much about the day. The food is still good, but I’m having trouble eating because of constipation (normal after a major operation). Had a couple of good dumps today, and ate like a horse, getting hungry overnight.

During the day, the social worker and another PT came by (different person) to assess my needs at home when discharged. I waved off the walker which was offered; I felt (rightly) that my balance and strength were such that I could walk without any assistance. I did so a couple of times when evening came — to the bathroom, and taking a good walk around the hallway outside the room.

10/3 — Discharge. In a way, I’m sad to leave, but I’m ready and well-prepared to go home. Ray and his wife picked me up, we stopped by the pharmacy, and then Ray helped me by bringing my heavy backpack (items inside that I never used — five books!) into the apartment and setting it on my freezer. Shame he had to see my dirty nest, but maybe I can get some cleaning done in the next few months.

10/6-8 — Woke up and got up after two days of sleep, punctuated by bathroom runs followed by snacks and bowls of cereal. Actually had chili with Parisi’s bread for a good meal. Got outside to pick up groceries (o.j. & milk). Started a log of health measurements recording temp, pulse, walks, bike spin, and comments. Keeping the comments mostly clinical. Want to have this as a tool for visiting nurse and visiting physical therapist.

Over the next several days, I slept from 14-16 hours every day, leaving not that much time to reply to email and phone calls, eat, and get a decent walk (usually to the grocery). I’m not bored, but I do get concerned that I can’t get back to everyone in a more personal manner. I only ask that everyone be patient; father and sister get priority as does my recovery — food and sleep (14 hrs/day) included!