Anesthesia Wearing Off
Nurse Jessica is taking care of her
25.04.2024 - 25.04.2024 81 °F
After three long hours in recovery, our girl was wheeled from the Outpatient Surgery Center across the "bridge" to the hospital building and up to a quite beautiful room with a view of the intercostal waterway: 570.
Joseph wheeled his snack cart down the hallway and offered tuna, chicken salad and egg salad finger sandwiches, cookies and fruit. Beryl is a grape girl and feasted on those followed by a recovered appetite for all the rest as well.
Having had no food today, I also snagged some finger sandwiches and a cookie along with a nice cup of coffee from Joseph.
Dr. Lopez, internal medicine, visited and had her wiggle her toes for him. The left toes did better than the right ones but both waved at him and he said it was good. He has a great bedside manner; we both liked him immediately.
As her brain fog clears, she regales me with tales of the hip surgery operating table/bed she occupied. I found a picture of what she described to me and it is as she described--amazing. She made a quick call to Edward and asked for her glasses so she can catch up via CNN of what the Supreme Court had to say during their presidential immunity hearing earlier today. She wants me to explain why the market is down. So, she's coming around for certain.
"It's interesting," she says. "My left side is coming back better than my right side." So, her physical outlook is the same as her political one.
Joseph returned to take a dinner order for the both of us. She has opted for salmon, green beans preceded by a Caprese salad. I'm having a chicken sandwich and fries. We both opt for some Ben & Jerry's to finish. Joseph asked if we would be willing to order breakfast this early and we did. Pancakes and bacon for her; a breakfast sandwich for me.
She's totally involved with CNN at this point as the anesthesia wears off.
It won't be long, I'm guessing, for them to come in and suggest a stroll.
As a side note, at 12:13 and again at 12:15, the public address system announced, "Stroke alert, emergency room, major room one." I momentarily--and needlessly--freaked out. Of course it wasn't her. Couldn't be her. "She's still in recovery," I thought. "But wait," I analyzed, "She is supposed to be out of recover any moment." It all came to nothing but it served as a reminder to me about how much she means to me. A lot.
