Saturday Updates (updated)
Well, say what you will about Dr. Cameron, but he was up and doing rounds this morning at 4a. He told me today that he was going out of town today (I knew that), but that he was going to keep me in the hospital for another 7-8 days and then wants me to stay in Baltimore so he can see me before I travel back to Atlanta. Thus, I am presuming we will be in Baltimore at least until September 2nd, but it will all be determined by when I can get an appointment to see Dr. Cameron.
The rest of today has been spent walking about the recovery floor (apparently 19 laps = a mile, and I’m sure I walked at least a mile, if not more). Walking helps keep my lungs clear and is the beginning of re-conditioning my abdomen muscles. As one woman told me today, I may be one of a few men who now knows what women went through when they had old style C-sections (currently, most C-sections are done by making a horizontal, rather than vertical incision — mine is a vertical incision).
My nurses are now excited about my various bodily functions (e.g., urinating and passing gas). I am happy to report that I have been successful on the former, but am still having some challenges with the latter (though, apparently, I’m making all kinds of bowel sounds recently, my nurses are hopeful that I’ll be able to — um — pass this challenge, too.
Interestingly, Nicky, my current nurse said she would be surprised if I stay in the hospital for another 7-8 days (I’m doing so well). I guess all that means is that I’ll hang out at the townhouse, rather than the hospital, while I wait for Dr. Cameron’s return. We shall see how things go.
Right now, my father’s side of the family are down at Wildwood Crest, NJ digging into a bushel and a half of crabs and several dozen shrimp. Despite my cousin’s positive predictions to the contrary, MB and I will NOT be able to join them for this yearly feast of crustacean! (Thank goodness I had my own crustacean feast in Atlanta). Not to mention that I am still on an all clear liquid diet; that’s right, they can feast on crabs and shrimp — I’m sure they are jealous of my chicken broth and jello and tea and apple juice. Hehehe!
Merle