Most of Tuesday was eerily like Monday...without the surgery part. Felt good, little pain, and walking ever increasing distances. In the afternoon I was told I could go home after supper if I chose to do so.
I was so excited to go home...the staff was still too busy to spend much time with us, but I figured it would just be Lucia and me at home anyway, so as long as we could cope everything was as it should be.
After supper they delivered a goodie bag of a second catheter bag, leg catheter, and other home supplies (including a video we were required to watch on the care and feeding of the leg catheter...thrilling, but the lead character was weak).
The IV was removed...and blood went everywhere, but we soon got that under control.
I got dressed (we had to learn how to put pants on over the catheter) and the wheelchair arrived. Then, as I started toward the wheelchair, I was hit by a wave of nausea and had to stop the whole process.
"I can't go," I said, "I have to get back to bed NOW."
After a few moments of confusion and disbelief, everyone was on the same page and instead of getting in the car, they were restarting my IV. I have never felt so ill. CRAP, I wanted to go home.
In retrospect, I'm glad I got ill while still in the hospital. How much worse would it have been if it had hit me in the car on the interstate? And so, I began the next chapter of my post surgical adventure.
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