My sweet husband is slumbering at this moment and I am going to forego his request to wash his face off with a warm washcloth. The nurse has already informed us that this will not be a night for sleeping. At least not any quality sleep. He has scheduled checks at now 9pm, 11pm, 1am, 3am, 4am and then they stopped giving times. Because of the extent of this proccedure, he has a drain in his incision that has to be checked and emptied every so many hours. The output of this particular drain will be one of the major determining factors as to when he gets to go home. Since his docs are 3 hours away from home, we are not feeling the need to rush anything. We have marveled at the fanciness of this hospital. He is in a suite that is, no lie, twice the size of the roach motel we stayed in last night. Another story for another time, but I will show you their idea of an acceptable soap dish:
Let's just say that my shower in the hospital suite bathroom seemed to almost remove the feeling of whatever was crawling on us last night. We determined, through the course of the day, that the rooms on his hall must have ben labor-delivery-recovery rooms at one time. It is great. He has already had his first walk out of the room and down the hall and back. He was very motivated to do so since that is his ticket to catheter removal. It has yet to come out, but they need him a bit more awake first. I get that. No need more unnecessary messes.
I hope each day he wakes up a little stronger and a little less in pain It is a new beginning...one that he has needed for so long.
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