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sinanjuI saw the surgeon this morning for my scheduled one week post-hospitalization visit. We went to his office in the Pearl district rather than to the hospital. The building is laid out very badly in our opinion. We went in the door with the street address we were given, where a receptionist led us into another part of the building (near another entrance with a different street address) to an elevator. We rode up to the second floor, walked through an empty section and finally found the door to the surgeon's offices. A badly designed building, definitely.
On the other hand, my visit with the surgeon took five minutes. He asked some questions, checked my drain, and removed it. All it took afterward was a band-aid for the tiny incision where the tube had been. He warned me to be on the lookout for symptoms that might indicate we'd removed the drain too soon--he doesn't think so, but it's a slight possibility--which would be fevers, chills, nausea, but mostly pain. I won't soon forget the terrible pain I experienced. If anything like that recurs, trust me, I'll yell bloody murder for a doctor.
Otherwise, I'm good to go. I have one more dose of IV antibiotics to take, then the visiting nurse will come to remove the midline IV. I'll be a while recovering my strength--Snippy hasn't fully recovered from HER bout with pneumonia, and she was sick before I was and wasn't AS sick as I was by a long shot. So it'll be a while. But I feel more relieved than words can say to have that drain out. I think I'd focused all my fears and distress on that thing.
I have a CT scan scheduled for mid-July, and the surgeon will do a colonoscopy on me in about three months; we still want to find out what caused this and make sure it won't recur. But barring backsliding, now it's just a matter of recovering my strength.
Snippy and I went out to dinner tonight. First time since before we both got sick in early May. It was nice to spend some time together doing something enjoyable instead of worrying over chores or medical stuff. As Snippy often says, the bad things will happen whether we like it or not, but it's up to us to make sure to arrange for good times too.
On the other hand, my visit with the surgeon took five minutes. He asked some questions, checked my drain, and removed it. All it took afterward was a band-aid for the tiny incision where the tube had been. He warned me to be on the lookout for symptoms that might indicate we'd removed the drain too soon--he doesn't think so, but it's a slight possibility--which would be fevers, chills, nausea, but mostly pain. I won't soon forget the terrible pain I experienced. If anything like that recurs, trust me, I'll yell bloody murder for a doctor.
Otherwise, I'm good to go. I have one more dose of IV antibiotics to take, then the visiting nurse will come to remove the midline IV. I'll be a while recovering my strength--Snippy hasn't fully recovered from HER bout with pneumonia, and she was sick before I was and wasn't AS sick as I was by a long shot. So it'll be a while. But I feel more relieved than words can say to have that drain out. I think I'd focused all my fears and distress on that thing.
I have a CT scan scheduled for mid-July, and the surgeon will do a colonoscopy on me in about three months; we still want to find out what caused this and make sure it won't recur. But barring backsliding, now it's just a matter of recovering my strength.
Snippy and I went out to dinner tonight. First time since before we both got sick in early May. It was nice to spend some time together doing something enjoyable instead of worrying over chores or medical stuff. As Snippy often says, the bad things will happen whether we like it or not, but it's up to us to make sure to arrange for good times too.