The next morning I get woke up by a nurse at 6:00 am with a single pill for me to take. Yes, I was a bit annoyed, especially when they bring the rest of my pills with breakfast two hours later. My surgeon is supposed to visit a couple hours later, as well, so I go back to sleep. About an hour and a half later I wake up with my surgeon standing over me, smiling, and ready to talk. Oh, ok, let’s talk.
A bunch of people come in and out over the next couple hours, each with a different task. My proclamation of sarcasm seems to have worked well for making friends with my assigned nurses, gave us something to talk about and they better understood my corny jokes. Consensus is that I’m ok, for now, and no reason to keep me any longer. Also no reason to move up the surgery date, and we keep the appointments I have planned for the next week. I’m ok with that. As much as I want to get it done, I also want the time I had set aside in my mind to get things done beforehand. Stuff with work, personal tasks, a couple more paychecks if I have to be honest, stuff like that.
We finally, get clearance to check out and go home, so Missy and I get around, get dressed, and do just that. Not without eating lunch out, of course. Now I have to make a comment on the hospital food. Maybe I’m in the Twilight Zone, or something, but my experiences so far have been positive. The food I’ve had so far, and with my thyroid surgery about five years ago, has actually been pretty tasty. Last night I had meat loaf and mashed potatoes with gravy and green beans and some frozen cherry yogurt push up thingy that was pretty good. Breakfast this morning was french toast… no bacon :(… with sugarless syrup that was surprisingly good, milk, and cereal. I was pleasantly surprised. I have a friend who has been having some medical issues and been in and out of the hospital and can’t seem to get a good meal. She does things sometimes like have pizza delivered. (We have our Toastmaster meetings in this hospital, as well, and I’ve seen pizza delivery people here, too.)
So, we go home, I go back to work the next day, and take it easy during the weekend. The next week will be a few appointments and things are about to get busier. Much busier.