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Aug. 29th, 2015 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy mother has gone back to Lawton. She has deliveries coming in that she has to be there to receive (and there are apparently packages stacked on the porch already). Her going isn't a really big deal because I can do a lot of things for myself. Scott's home through tomorrow, and I think Cordelia can help after that. I actually brushed my own hair this morning, and Mom bought me some dry shampoo to try. I'm not sure how well it will work with one hand, but who knows? She also bought me a bunch of bras, but we have no idea if any of them will fit. They're all front closure, but none of them are sports bras. She figures that's okay because I'm not going to be moving around much.
The wrap around compression thingy they put on me yesterday before I woke up from surgery itches like crazy. I'm very careful not to scratch anywhere I shouldn't, but it's fairly awful that way. I'm stuck with it for at least another twenty four hours and possibly longer if none of the bras fit.
I'm not needing pain killers as much as I did when I had my gall bladder out. The prescription is for 1-2 tablets every 4-6 hours. I'm taking one every four hours, for the most part, and I went longer last night because getting out of bed for medication sounded more painful than just lying there.
Scott and I watched a movie last night. I'll have to watch it again later because I only registered bits and pieces of it. The whole process was very frustrating because we couldn't find the DVD remote. The DVD auto-played, but its default was to Japanese dialogue, no subtitles, with the English commentary. Scott finally gave up and played it in the blu-ray player instead.
I think the remote ended up somewhere weird because of the toddler who visited last Sunday. She kept picking things up and dropping them or having her father take them away and put them out of her reach. I seem to remember remotes among those objects. I just don't remember where that particular one ended up (or for sure if it was one of those she moved). Mom bought us a universal remote that she managed (after considerable struggle) to get synched to the DVD player. It's not able to deal with the fact that the DVD player has multiple slots, but it can navigate menus (something the player isn't set up to allow one to do manually). Turning the dratted thing on and off was the hardest part to set up. The instructions actually say that, sometimes, one has to hold down the button for fifteen minutes in order to get it synched. This only took about three minutes, but that's still a lot longer than it really ought to take.
Scott paid the bills today and applied for a loan for a new car. He also cleared the tub drain. Tomorrow, his goal is to finally locate the title for the old car so that he can complete the donation process.
Cordelia texted Scott this morning to ask how things were going. She doesn't want details, but she is concerned. I talked to her for about a minute yesterday. I'd have been happy to talk longer, but she didn't want to.
I can brush my own teeth, but I can't floss. I made my own coffee this morning. I'm pretty sure, though, that I can't put on my own shoes and socks or put my hair back without help.
I have some bruises on my left arm (the surgery was on my left) that I'm not completely sure where they came from. My suspicion is the blood pressure cuff that they seem to have kept on me all through surgery. After I woke up, it would periodically start itself up and get so tight I was practically crying and stay that way for a long time. It was a great relief when we could get a nurse's attention and get help with that-- She put a cuff on my forearm instead, and that didn't get nearly as tight.
For the actual surgery, they put pressurized things on my legs that kept inflating and deflating. They said those would help prevent blood clots in my legs. I don't remember anything of the sort from the gall bladder surgery five years ago. That surgery took two or three times as long, so I'd have expected the risk to be greater. That leads me to think that either this is something new since then or that, when I had my gall bladder out, they put those on me after I was unconscious. I suppose I could as my SIL, the vascular surgeon. I expect she'd know.
I got a CD that I ordered used on Amazon today, and my CD player doesn't recognize it as playable. The player will still play other things, so it's pretty definitely the CD that's the problem. I had a copy of this CD from the library several months ago, and that played just fine, so I have no idea what the problem is. I've sent a message to the seller. I expect I'll end up sending it back. Such a disappointment.
I'm a lot less anxious than I was pre-surgery. There's a lot still up in the air, waiting for the pathology reports, but at least the surgery part of things is out of the way.
The wrap around compression thingy they put on me yesterday before I woke up from surgery itches like crazy. I'm very careful not to scratch anywhere I shouldn't, but it's fairly awful that way. I'm stuck with it for at least another twenty four hours and possibly longer if none of the bras fit.
I'm not needing pain killers as much as I did when I had my gall bladder out. The prescription is for 1-2 tablets every 4-6 hours. I'm taking one every four hours, for the most part, and I went longer last night because getting out of bed for medication sounded more painful than just lying there.
Scott and I watched a movie last night. I'll have to watch it again later because I only registered bits and pieces of it. The whole process was very frustrating because we couldn't find the DVD remote. The DVD auto-played, but its default was to Japanese dialogue, no subtitles, with the English commentary. Scott finally gave up and played it in the blu-ray player instead.
I think the remote ended up somewhere weird because of the toddler who visited last Sunday. She kept picking things up and dropping them or having her father take them away and put them out of her reach. I seem to remember remotes among those objects. I just don't remember where that particular one ended up (or for sure if it was one of those she moved). Mom bought us a universal remote that she managed (after considerable struggle) to get synched to the DVD player. It's not able to deal with the fact that the DVD player has multiple slots, but it can navigate menus (something the player isn't set up to allow one to do manually). Turning the dratted thing on and off was the hardest part to set up. The instructions actually say that, sometimes, one has to hold down the button for fifteen minutes in order to get it synched. This only took about three minutes, but that's still a lot longer than it really ought to take.
Scott paid the bills today and applied for a loan for a new car. He also cleared the tub drain. Tomorrow, his goal is to finally locate the title for the old car so that he can complete the donation process.
Cordelia texted Scott this morning to ask how things were going. She doesn't want details, but she is concerned. I talked to her for about a minute yesterday. I'd have been happy to talk longer, but she didn't want to.
I can brush my own teeth, but I can't floss. I made my own coffee this morning. I'm pretty sure, though, that I can't put on my own shoes and socks or put my hair back without help.
I have some bruises on my left arm (the surgery was on my left) that I'm not completely sure where they came from. My suspicion is the blood pressure cuff that they seem to have kept on me all through surgery. After I woke up, it would periodically start itself up and get so tight I was practically crying and stay that way for a long time. It was a great relief when we could get a nurse's attention and get help with that-- She put a cuff on my forearm instead, and that didn't get nearly as tight.
For the actual surgery, they put pressurized things on my legs that kept inflating and deflating. They said those would help prevent blood clots in my legs. I don't remember anything of the sort from the gall bladder surgery five years ago. That surgery took two or three times as long, so I'd have expected the risk to be greater. That leads me to think that either this is something new since then or that, when I had my gall bladder out, they put those on me after I was unconscious. I suppose I could as my SIL, the vascular surgeon. I expect she'd know.
I got a CD that I ordered used on Amazon today, and my CD player doesn't recognize it as playable. The player will still play other things, so it's pretty definitely the CD that's the problem. I had a copy of this CD from the library several months ago, and that played just fine, so I have no idea what the problem is. I've sent a message to the seller. I expect I'll end up sending it back. Such a disappointment.
I'm a lot less anxious than I was pre-surgery. There's a lot still up in the air, waiting for the pathology reports, but at least the surgery part of things is out of the way.
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