I'M BACK!

Well, I made it to the other side of surgery in pretty good shape (although 20 pounds heavier from all the fluid during surgery). And I'm ready to do all my own reporting, at least some of it anyway.


We came home yesterday afternoon. The trip seemed a little long, but we made it fine, and I actually feel well. In fact all my complaints today are of the petty variety. I've discovered I cannot take narcotic pain killers though. My dreams last night were in high speed, very vivid color, and woke me often. So enough of that.


I'll be taking advantage of my situation for all it's worth for a couple of weeks until Karl reminds me that my discharge papers said that I could do cooking, laundry, cleaning, etc. as long as I don't drive or lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk. I ask the doctor to strike out the part about being able to work, but no luck. Karl, Emily, and Jeanne are being wonderful, and I expect to put Marcia to work when she returns on Monday- so I'm well cared for.


I've been nearly overwhelmed by all the care, love, and concern from my wonderful friends and family members. Your prayers and positive thoughts certainly did the job as far as the surgery was concerned, and your cards, blog comments, calls, and emails have kept my spirits high. All this attention even kept me up when the hospital food threatened to sink me. It was the only bad part of my hospital experience, but it was truly bad - ugly, bland to the max, and best forgotten.


That's it for now. I'll post some info on the final surgery report later for those of you who might be interested in those details.