Wednesday Misc.

Last Edit December 21, 1998

I sent Fabio a Christmas card - thank you note.
I said "Thank you for last night!" Turn about is fair play!
Lovely man.
I have my photos with me.
The nurses have all seen them. They couldn't believe they had such a nut in their midst.
My boss tells me I use my Fabio fixation as an ice breaker. I probably do. It's just so much fun!
My sons check on me daily.
I can't call the one ( he has my visa - my other cards are at home). So I call one and he calls the other who then calls me.
I don't believe in calling cards.
Don't normally need them.
I am death to ATMs also.
Prefer checks. Credit cards. And sod off the rest.
My sons can't reach me to visit on a daily basis. They both now work. And they both work past 7PM.
I want them to take it easy. Too much late driving. Not worth it. I want them to rest. Bring me home Friday, maybe.
That's good enough.
My doctor says I am doing very well. (Should be. I am wearing a hole in the carpet with my walking.) If not for the fever I could have gone home. But, Friday looks good. We are watching the drain.
The drain is a tube inserted in the abdomen that allows fluid collecting there to run out rather than to swell me up. I am swollen enough. The body has to "grow into" the webbing so the webbing can become my abdomen. The muscles will never be strong. I can't even think of sit-ups, etc. for two months. I can't twist. No sudden movement. No driving for two weeks.
I insist I will need to get a tree and Christmas dinner.
As long as I can brake. Well, I drive stick shifts and I have good brakes and a handy emergency brake that is hand operated in both vehicles.
I don't want to go home with the drain - tubes and bottles hanging off of you is not pleasant.
An incarcerated hernia (thank you, Hilton bellhop) and two others. They knew going in I had two.
And he tells me how they had to play hide and seek to find the muscles.
They couldn't get them to meet. They are fragile and thin.
No wonder I held my sides when I sneezed. It's where they were hiding.
My stomach is supposed to look flatter. After it stops being puffy.
It is weird to touch (the nerves are still unnerved). There is a thin black line running down the center. It curves around the almost-navel. Leftover from the repair when I was 12. It has two stitches. And strips of tape (butterfly tape strips).
I will have a waist.
A real one.
I am in sponge bath mode. I got into underwear for the first time and the drain leaked onto them.
I got into a new gown - and spilled IV fluid on it.
I lost my comb. I have the big-toothed one at least.
I have a scrunchie.
I have my face grease - which does wonders for your hair.
I have a toothbrush.
Ho hum.
I will Xmas shop using the Internet and the phone.
Maybe I will cook dinner later than Christmas day.
Maybe the turkey can be New Year's.
Make up our own traditions.
I can't think about the tree yet.
And they are painting the house - so we have no Xmas lights.
I am not used to being dependent on anyone. I am an independent woman.
Perhaps because it turned out that way.
Not enough tall, blond gentlemen gods up for grabs (I can't believe I told him my age!) and let's face it, we all want to take care of him!