Just checking in to thank you for your prayers and caring hearts.
I am siting on the side of a hospital bed(not swinging my legs, however) with the computer on the bedside tray table. My gown’s open in the back, not by my choosing. After no liquids or solids for 24 hours, a cup of cold water was a 5 star gourmet feast. Later because “my belly gurgled” I was cleared for some solid food.
Surgery went well, according to the doctors/nurses and a cast of many. I’ve already met the PT and taken a short stroll with the help of a walker. Amazing!
Tylenol and another non-narcotic med have been my friends. If need arises (and all assure me it will), there’re plenty of opioids to choose from. I just don’t want to have to enter rehab for something other than my knee, nor shame my son-in-love who’s a Public Health doctor, battling the opioid crisis.
Two gizmos massage my calves to keep blood moving and me from sleeping, as does the hospital bed. This is no Sleep Number model…but I’m grateful for hospitals and good care. I have a closet but hangers must cost extra. There’s also a window in room 206 at Beverly hospital I so can watch the Nor’Easter as it slams in later tonight and tomorrow. If all goes well, I’ll be on my way home on Wednesday.
Remembering a lifetime of God’s Faithfulness and one Haitian nursing assistant who hummed, Great is they Faithfulness the first time Jud and I went for his chemo at MGH.
“All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided.”
All is well.
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