LAUNDRY DAY!

Who knew that doing one's own laundry would be such a joy?!

My clinic visit was busy busy busy and very swell today. First up was a visit with Dr Goggins. My creatinine level was 1.1 -- the lowest it has been since approximately 2004. All of my other numbers are also good, but I am retaining a bit of water from the steroids (and probably all of the good salty protein), so a little Lasix on board will fix that toot sweet.

The wound vac dressing change took place without the help of any pain meds for the second week in a row, and the wound is looking very very good indeed. The nurse thinks it might be totally healed within the next week or two...about a week ahead of schedule! 

(I do have very gruesome, very graphic, very horrifying photographs of the incision to chart its progress, but those are going to stay in perpetual lockdown. Even for this TMI spinster who shares all of the intimate details of her life....they're a lot to take in.)

From there it was time to have the stent removed that was keeping things flowing smoother in the bladder regions. The prep and wait for the doc took longer than the actual removal, but I was able to view my innards on a TeeVee, so that was pretty cool.

(I was not, however, allowed to keep the stent as a memento of my visit. They're kinda funny about stuff they pull out of you around here, and didn't appreciate my "I'll fashion a lovely bracelet out of it" humor.)

And then, finally, the central line was removed. This one was a bit of a doozy, since it was in there pretty good and required the significant hand strength of the lovely doctor Brandon Black to tug what turned out to be a rather large gadget out of my right chest.

(More jokes about jewelry went unappreciated.)

At long last, we were back in Cheryl's van headed for some lunch before her return home. We went to a Greek restaurant this time called Greek Islands...a favorite of Miss Jane from Guild, so I thought of her the entire time I ate what I think must be the 50th gyro I've had since being here.

(I'm starting to think Angel must have been Greek or liked gyro, since it seems to be one of two things I have craved consistently since surgery. The second is the steak medallions, grilled veggies, and rice from the Weber Grill.)

Many of you commented about the fireplace in my room. It is, indeed, very pretty to look at, but unfortunately, not operational. I think it has something to do with covid and not getting inspected or installed properly or some such other reason, but I'm happy it's there.

This hotel is, sadly, in very bad shape mostly, but they did manage to remodel a few of their rooms not too long ago, and I am fortunate enough to now be in one after my uninvited visitor incident. I cannot say enough good things about the staff here....they are clearly working as hard as they can to run a property that has seen better days, and for the most part do an incredible job of it, but that first room I was in?

Um....should probably be closed and redone.

Once the laundry is done, folded, and carted back up to the room on my little scooter, I am going to don clean pj's and nap, snooze, and stitch the afternoon away. I did not sleep last night in anticipation of today's appointments and procedures as well as the Prednisone, so resting it will be for the next day or two.

My Rich returns on Thursday! He has been traveling a bit on a long-ago planned trip with his son to LasVegas, and then to see his mom in Mew Jersey, so it's been quite some time since I've clapped eyes on him. I am hoping that he sees a dramatic improvement in me, and I can't wait to get out and about with him to show him what I've discovered of Indianapolis this far.

I'll close for now, Dearies! As always, I really want to thank you for the outpouring of love and support and good wishes and kindnesses and generosity that have been such an enormous part of this journey! I literally could not have done it without you.

Thank. You. From. The. Very. Bottom. To. The. Very. Top. Of. My. Heart.