Mrs. L.A. has not gone into surgery yet. She’s a bit groggy from pain medication. She said they told her she might be able to come home today, and are planning on laparoscopic surgery. I called her patient today to tell him she might be late for their appointment.
Tonka has been going in and out, as if he’s looking for someone. Goo is sleeping.
flyboy {{{ }}} for Mrs. L.A., I still have my appendix but fear that one of these days… Hope she’s able to come home soon, I’d have here stay a night but that’s just me be cautious.
shoe, interesting story on the life of rats (or ASF versions thereof). Please do continue.
boo fae, another vote for your weather app stories.
swampy, 2bob, I was knocked out completely when I had my procedure, so no peeks, but I did get several nice color pictures they took while they were in there.
Stayed in bed until 9:45am today, not sure why but who am I to argue with my body? Have mailed bills and paid the Gas bill in person, so outside actions have been completed (and since it is rainy and about 50F, just as well). Need to procure sustenance from the refrigerator here in short order. Also the weekly dish-washing is underway.
All y’all take care now.
Back from looking at fish and otters. Roxy has been fed, changed, and is down for her nap. I’ve got the second batch of pizza dough in the machine - half will be for supper, half for a future meal.
Time to knit while it’s quiet.
flyboy–Sending good wishes for Mrs. LA. I had an emergency appendectomy 6 years ago–10:30 PM, and laparoscopically.They kept me overnight just because it was so late, so I’m betting she’s home today. She’ll feel so much better afterward. Glad she’s got you to take care of her.
I don’t know what to do about my noisy downstairs neighbors. They sound like they’re talking on microphones: very loud and echo-y, not like people talking or even yelling. Last night it went on until after 2 A.M. Right now quiet is especially important to me.
I have my list of things to do. Still trying not to think too much. Uh-oh. Getting a migraine.
There is (or was) one not far from us. I don’t like the idea of going in there, though. A bit of research online reveals that Amana doesn’t make the needed parts to repair this ten-year-old washer. 
It also appears that you can’t, as a rule, stack a washer and dryer of different makes. That means we may have to purchase a complete new set, even though the dryer works just fine.
Mrs. L.A. called. She thought she’d better before her second dose of pain meds knocked her out. Her COVID test came back negative. The sturgeon (<= MMP spelling) showed up and met with her. Now they’re waiting for a room. Mrs. L.A. really wants to come home today. She says she can recover just as well at home. She had some cosmetic surgery several years ago, and she was all oozy and had to sleep on an air mattress in the living room. The appendectomy doesn’t sound as bad. At least this time she won’t have to ride over 100 miles while doped up.
Tonka seems to know something is up. Goo seemed to detect something, but went back to sleep. I’m bored.
My gall bladder-ectomy was laprascopic. I felt perfectly fine the next day, just some residual soreness around the itty-bitty incisions. Had I not had it done at 7:30 at night, I’m sure I could have come home a few hours later and been just as fine at home as at the hospital. As it was, I stayed overnight and went home first thing in the morning, after I showed that I could pee.
Cholecystectomy. 
Mine was laparascopic, too; left the hospital a couple hours after the surgery. Went from there straight to Squadron so I could check out on convalescent leave before going home. Had to ask Lady SCAdian to stop the car a couple minutes later so I could open the door and puke, but other than that I felt fine.
Missed a text from 15 minutes ago. They’re taking her into surgery.
Roxy has gone home. Pizzas are in the oven. Peace reigns at FairyChatEstates… bliss!!
Oh, and my printer was delivered! I’ll probably set it up tomorrow.
Fingers crossed
She’ll be discharged home before the night shift of nurse comes on (~<11p depending on shift change times there).Otherwise one shift gets peevish with the other and the insurance company quibbles about the overnight room charge. Probably with only 2 or 3 tiny, postage stamp incisions covered in bandaids after being superglued together. She’ll feel soooo much better without a pus-filled appendix.
Grab some kind of throwaway barf bag for the ride home, just in case of post anesthesia ‘motion sickness’. Happens when you least expect, even if you’ve been never been motion sick before. All depends on the anesthesia and pain meds on board.
Have some liquid for her in the car, I was desperately thirsty in my way home and cold pop was so good (depending on her view of carbonation of course). Anything cold, easy to drink and a flavor she likes, right at hand. Extra for chair side and/or bedside at home.
Then baby her as much as she will let you once you’re home. She just had surgery, she should rest and not overdo. It’s ok to not have the virtual patient session til tomorrow afternoon. We don’t have to be superheroes. Cook her whatever sounds good to her. Breakfast foods for the next 3 meals? Fine.
As a nurse (much of it for adults at home) I always recommend taking pain meds on schedule the first 24 hours. It is much, much easier to keep pain back than to guts it out and then need to knock it back. Knocking it back is much harder than keeping it at bay with scheduled doses for the first 24. If OTC meds do it, all the better, but narcotics, in the doses prescribed and as labeled, aren’t going to hurt you. I always tell people that there are no medals given out for suffering through pain when you don’t have to.
Hope it all goes very smoothly, you get her home tout suite and she falls asleep comfortably for the night half an hour after she’s downed a good meal. With a dose of pain meds taken with lots of fluids as she nods off on your reassuring, comforting shoulder.
Totally second this, though I recommend a plastic cup. Hard sides, you know. Easy (yet gross and visible) storage.
While I was pregnant with my daughter. I’d keep a gas station cup in my car in case I couldn’t pull over to barf fast enough when I had morning sickness on my drive into work.
But seriously, sometimes the need to hurl after those pain meds comes on so strong and fast you don’t know what hit you.
She’s an RN BSN. 
It’s been an hour and a half since the time stamp on the text message. I read that this sort of thing should take an hour, so I’m hoping she’ll be out in half an hour. I wish I knew where my Sic-Sacs are. Got them when I was flying in case a passenger needed one. Oh, well. I have plastic shopping bags.
Her water bottle is in the car. I’ve just made some butterscotch pudding for her. There’s some mac’n’cheese in the cupboard, and we have plenty of eggs.
Sounds like you are way ahead of all of us. Shopping bags work just fine for sudden onset sic-sacs (my migraines often announce themselves requiring one of them). The water bottle, pudding and eggs sound like just the ticket. My beloved Hattie would heartily second the mac ‘n cheese~it always makes her feel better. Mrs. Flyboy is in good hands.
[note to self: flyboy never needs nursey advice. He’s got a nurse already on staff]
It’s been chilly with on and off rain today. I heaved a bunch of Goodyears today, and boy am I tired! 
{{{{Mrs. Flyboy}}}}
Wait, you fell asleep and left 5 dream toddlers alone? 
Howdy Y’all! Been a pretty mellow day here at da cave. I went over to the church house and recorded “Prayers Of The People,” for Sunday virtual deheathenization. A part of the prayers is prayer for the president, govenor, and other elected officials. The president and governor are named. Thus, I am the first one that will say “Joe, our President” as reader for The Prayers. YAY! I usually link the service on my book of faces page, so if’n anyone wants you can watch me read. I read from a teleprompter as I was recorded today. Don’t think I’ve ever read from a teleprompter before. Also, I wanted to do a nice thing for OYKW for bein’ my caregiver yestiddy, so I made a batch of Cheese Thangsthis afternoon. He is happy and has been munchin’ away. BTW he is also a nurse.
MetalMouse I have several pictures of my colonoscopy as well. I suggested gettin’ them blown up and framed and then hung on the walls or use 'em as Christmas card photos, but I was told no. Spoilsport!
Flyboy hope all goes well with Mrs. LA and that she’s home soonest. Looks like you got the caregiver stuff down right.
Well, two of my young girls went off to - I hope - a pampered life of luxury. (The “I hope” part is because, well, male mice are little $#!tkickers sometimes.) I saw a FB post from them earlier today, with a pic of Mr. Mouse. Gorgeous. Flame-orange fur, huge ears. I do hope they get along.
So was that just a colonoscopy, or a double-ender? I’m on the every-five-years plan thanks to family history. That reminds me, I should ask for a refund on my last scoping two years ago since they didn’t mention diverticulitis.
No word on if PWAISDN gets a grant. I think the first round of lucky people got notified this week, but the second round gets picked in early February. No promises either way - I don’t know the total grant pool or how many applications they got. Probably pretty long odds, especially since part of the scoring favors businesses owned by disabled women veterans in rural areas. PWAISDN fits none of those categories.
You know that thread I started about poor cell phone coverage? Well, the hospital just called. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello? … Hello?
Hospital: Hello?
Me: Hello? Can you hear me?
Hospital: [hangs up]
I called back, and after about four transfers I got to the nurse. I was told Mrs. L.A. is out of surgery and in PACU waking up. Everything went fine. Once she’s awake, they’ll take her to a bed in the Decision Unit. The nurse said I can probably bring her home tomorrow morning. I said she really wanted to come home tonight. (Though I want her home too, I’ve been skeptical it would happen tonight.) The nurse said she might be able to come home tonight, but the doctor wants to give her more IV antibodies. Mrs. L.A. got the nurse’s attention and she said, ‘Yes, it’s your hubby.’ Mrs. L.A. waved and I said hello. I was assured she’s fine, and everything is normal.