In anticipation of next Tuesday’s surgery and the subsequent NPO order, onThursday I got the gastric feeding tube inserted. The appointment was at 1 pm, requiring being at the hospital for check-in at 11 am. It was supposed to be a quick, in-and-out thing but like with so many things these days, it was anything but.
Turns out I wasn’t wheeled into the operating room until nearly 4 pm. We got bumped three times for incoming traumas. (It’s a trauma hospital.) We got back home around 6 pm.
The post-op pain has been manageable with Tylenol, but even so, sleeping was difficult Thursday night; thankfully not so much last night. Pain was a solid 7 yesterday at the site, but it’s dropped to about a five or so today…except when I cough. Home Health delivered supplies and enough flavorless (because I obviously won’t need to taste it) protein “drink” today to keep me nourished for quite some time after I’m eventually released from the hospital and can swallow solid food again.
Shit’s gettin’ real, folks.
Anything I can think to say sounds stupid or trite so just so you know, hang in there.