My room is right outside of the helicopter landing pad at Baptist. So… I’m wide awake. The nurses come in to check my vitals and drains at 4:00 am. When they checked my vitals at midnight I had a 100.7 fever. Nothing to freak out about but something to watch for. Last night was much better than my first night. I spent the first night with a puke bowl in my bed, dry heaving. I thought my chest was going to explode. They took me off morphine and I felt much better. The morphine made me itch all over. That still hasn’t gone away. My cousin got me a back scratcher from the gift shop and it has become my best friend. I can’t raise my arms at all so the scratcher
also acts as a go-go-gadget arm. I raise and lower my bed with it, pull up my covers, and reach for my drink with it. Very handy really.
Derek is staying with me tonight. Poor guy is going to be exhausted today at work. Every time I have to go to the bathroom he has to unplug all my cords, sit me up, stand me up, walk me to the bathroom, pull down my pants and lower me to the toilet. TMI I know… But just shows you how much I am relying on him to do anything. I literally can not be alone.
We got the path results back yesterday and both breast came back negative for breast cancer! Such a relief! Finally some good news in all of this.
Derek learned how to empty my drains yesterday. It’s not as easy as it looks or sounds. The first nurse who tried to drain my fluids pulled the drain out and ripped a stitch off. I cried and cried. It hurt so bad. I made her get out and told her she was not going to empty my other drain. We had to wait for a shift change so I could have a different nurse. Good news is, Derek is good at doing the drains and he didn’t hurt me. Our friend, David, took some pictures of nurse Derek in action. I’ll post those pics later today.
Just wanted to give an update while I was wide awake. Hopefully I will get to go home today. Fingers crossed!