Catching Up
4.7.2021
I wasn’t sleeping well my last few nights at home before going to the hospital so I started out at a deficit. Sleep is a precious thing. Take a nap? I didn’t really have time.
Things moved along slowly but steadily over the weekend. I was bracing myself to be at the hospital much of the week. Sunday night, I got ready for bed. Medication, vitals - everything was done. All that remained was one trip to the bathroom and then, sleep. I stood up from the side of the bed. PLOP! My drain fell on the floor! Stunned, I just stood there. Staring. At least 8 inches of tubing that had been in my chest a moment ago were suddenly on the floor! How could it bypass stitches, bandages and tape so effortlessly?
Apparently I wasn’t the only one stunned because everyone that came in stared at it. Like a crime scene, no one moved a thing. Finally, the spell was broken. They checked me over. Everything was fine until morning. It was after 11:00 p.m. My door latched shut. I looked at the floor. It was still there, untouched. Laughing to myself, I picked up the drain and moved it aside. All was quiet. Bandaged up, I slept for the second night in a row.
I was expecting the worst. Would they place a new drain? More surgery? I really need this to work! It ended up being better than I could imagine. After much checking it became clear there was no reason for me to stay. I came home late Monday afternoon.
Until now, I didn’t know how luxurious it is to be home. I can hug and hug and hug my family. I get to take showers - showers! (Amazing.) Best of all, I can sleep in my own bed. I relax into my own pillow at night. I sleep all night long and take naps, too. I’m catching up one day at a time.