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the_rckThe nurse and the resident and the doctor all said that I’m obviously taking good care of my burns. I’m kind of boggled at the thought of not keeping them clean. They hurt much less when I keep them clean, and even if they didn’t, I’m applying wet washcloths to most of the skin three or four times a day.
The nurse was definitely of the opinion that going to Thanksgiving dinner is a bad idea. She said that sitting around naked from the waist up is pretty much the best things I can do. She also pointed out that I’m going to be pretty drugged up. She got the resident to prescribe more hydrocodone and to change the prescription to taking two at a time if I need to. (And I did just that about half an hour ago.)
The cabs came quickly both going to the appointment and coming home. The driver on the way there was listening to the Diane Rehm Show. The driver on the way home had the radio off and said nothing at all the whole trip, up until he told me how much I owed him.
The next steps are texting Scott with a list of the medical stuff he needs to pick up on the way home, calling Scott’s mother about me not going tomorrow, and calling Scott’s sister about maybe not going to our niece’s birthday gathering on Saturday. I might call my sister, too, but I’m not sure. She’s likely to be at work, and calling then isn’t great. Of course, unless she needs more surgery (and she suspects she will), she’ll be working as many hours as she can physically tolerate because she works retail (management but it’s a small shop, so it’s generally only two people there at a time).
The nurse was definitely of the opinion that going to Thanksgiving dinner is a bad idea. She said that sitting around naked from the waist up is pretty much the best things I can do. She also pointed out that I’m going to be pretty drugged up. She got the resident to prescribe more hydrocodone and to change the prescription to taking two at a time if I need to. (And I did just that about half an hour ago.)
The cabs came quickly both going to the appointment and coming home. The driver on the way there was listening to the Diane Rehm Show. The driver on the way home had the radio off and said nothing at all the whole trip, up until he told me how much I owed him.
The next steps are texting Scott with a list of the medical stuff he needs to pick up on the way home, calling Scott’s mother about me not going tomorrow, and calling Scott’s sister about maybe not going to our niece’s birthday gathering on Saturday. I might call my sister, too, but I’m not sure. She’s likely to be at work, and calling then isn’t great. Of course, unless she needs more surgery (and she suspects she will), she’ll be working as many hours as she can physically tolerate because she works retail (management but it’s a small shop, so it’s generally only two people there at a time).
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Date: 2015-11-26 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-25 09:11 pm (UTC)Be careful with the hydrocodone. I've found it to be terribly constipating. If I don't stay ahead of the side effect, it can sort of translate into general tummyache feeling awful. 3 prunes per half pill of the hydrocodone is what works for me (and lets me avoid more drastic measures that have their own side effects.)
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Date: 2015-11-26 12:52 am (UTC)Scott's mother was very understanding when I called her. Scott was disappointed. I think he was really hoping that this could be *normal* and mark a shift back to the way things were.