WRITTEN BY MICK
When I awoke yesterday to discover an ants’ nest in our printer I thought this is gonna be a shit day, however, the Universe kindly corralled the day’s shit to the printer. On arrival at the hospital the patient told me she had been up and about and that my attire looked ‘very smart’. I thought she was delirious. But no, both were true. The girlie is kicking goals in her recovery position, a huge improvement on Thursday’s zombie impersonation. When the orders rolled out to unpack her bags, close the curtain, put flowers in the vase, charge her phone, move this and that etc etc, it confirmed the love of my life was back to her old self. How lucky was I?
The back pain that had given her so much grief the day before had lessened (we later learnt they had propped up her tummy to lower her bum by using sandbags!). It reminded me of my sore ankles after surgery. I think I’d been stirruped and hung from the ceiling.
Her pain relief (oxycodone) is self administered by pushing a button when it lights up. It seems this system relies on the patient nodding off so as not to receive the maximum dose. To relieve visitor boredom I suggested to the staff that I could hit the button when Prue nodded off but they felt this was unhelpful in that it could kill her. Apparently too much of the good stuff can stop you breathing. So now, when she dozes off, I jot down notes for these blog posts which I inevitably lose amongst the bloody bits and bytes when I attempt to post.
The bottom line is, the patient is going great – no infected wounds, pain under control, back to giving lip to everyone and starting on solid food (a generous description of what they feed you). She did however get told off by the surgeon for not using her blower, the little doovalacky that helps prevent you getting pneumonia. She’s not really doing the visitor thing yet as it can be quite draining. So, all up, a great day… even the ants pissed off from the printer.