Beloved Hubby left last night with a long list of stuff to bring
back Friday – I gave him tonight off, he was just too tired after last night to
come visit today.
They moved my room, and I have an awesome roommate. But she’s kind
of vain, or maybe I just get that from the three bags of clothes and two of
cosmetics she brought for a two-day surgery. She’s leaving tomorrow, too, but I
don’t know how, since she keeps rating her pain at 8 or higher on the scale.
(sigh) Hope I don’t get a crazy new roomie like the one from my last stay !
And I’m now slotted for a defibrillator. Already been approved,
and they’ve explained some of what we’ll have to do to be ready for the
installation. I’m scared fluidless about the surgery, but I really want the healthier,
far less fragile life afterward, so I’m just gonna put my head down and make it
happen. Long as they tell me what I can do to make it work, my Docs can
consider it done.
Coughed up a ton of gunk today, hopefully there’s not much left in
my lungs. Still not very strong, but they’re finally encouraging me to walk a
little – even though there’s a ‘Fall Risk’ sticker on my hospital bracelet.
Guess those steroids do leave me as off balance as I thought they did.
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