It would seem that Day Two is a little worse than the Day Of. Could it be that I no longer have powerful sedatives coursing through my veins and am now having to face the world as...me?
Nothing to complain about, though. I am showered, caffeinated, and in the Happy Chair writing to my peeps with Stewey supervising from his little box on his perch. What's not to love about all of that?
Thank you for your well wishes and happy thoughts. This is quite an adventure, folks, and knowing that I am not having to take it alone makes all the difference in the world.
Now, I will leave you with the best advice I can think of at the moment....
If you ever have to have your arm cut open and your pipes re-routed, make sure to get yourself a Miss Charlene. She will get up at 3 o'clock in the morning, drive you to the hospital in an ice storm, and then make sure you return home happy and healthy with nary a complaint. I. Can't. Even.
So that's it for today. No stitching, I'm afraid...I can't quite bend my arm enough just yet with the soreness and swelling, but I might try to break out the lap stand this afternoon. The good news is that I did confirm that my access point will be in my upper arm for dialysis, so I should be able to figure that out when the time comes. Thank you, Dr. Peterson for that one!
Time for puzzles and then a nap. That shower just about wore me out, but it sure was nice to get into fresh jams!