All is well here at casa de operacion.
Healing should be fast and I am very grateful for that. She is doing well and has graduated from regular pain pills to pain pills on request, alternating with plain old ibuprophen. And, she seems content.
She remembers saying that she didn’t want this and wanted to go home, and she remembers telling me to shut up because I kept telling her to relax. She also remembers telling me she was going to kill me if I didn’t take her home, but by this time, it was just her lips moving and no sound coming out, so I didn’t hear that part. Hopefully, next time, when there is one, she’ll know it’s going to be okay and relax into the sedation. I guess I can feel pretty confident that she’s not abusing drugs. The last thing she remembers is the nurse practitioner, that we like so much, rubbing her on the side of her face and telling her to relax.
As for the mistaken diagnosis, I would have gotten a second opinion for what the doctor was saying, except I was holding a copy of the MRI and everything I read agreed that surgery was the best option, if Sydney wanted to continue to play sports. I would never have thought to get a second opinion on the guy that read the MRI. It was him that either made a mistake, or the test results were unclear. I don’t know and I guess I never will. We’ve decided to focus on getting her better and assume that surgery was the only way we were ever going to know whether she needed surgery.
Life is like that sometimes.
Anyway, as an alternative to sitting and eating chips, I’ve been quilting.
I guess we can see where any stress is going.
We found that we didn’t have a bell for her to ring for service. So, we’re using our phones. She texts when she needs something; Juice, plz, I’m hungry, Plz come get plate, I need an ice pack… But, I gotta tell you, I really don’t care if I ever get another “I have to pee” text after this.
Be well. Have a great Saturday. I’m still quilting. And, wearing out the carpet between the bedroom and the kitchen.