07-19 Hospital, Day Two

My brother is coming up to help out.  Mom has decided to put in some overtime this week, both to extend her week off and to earn extra money for plane fare.  So Jack is coming up instead.  He was supposed to get in tonight, but he was coming through Chicago, and wound up missing his connection due to traffic delays.  Millie brought Liam up this afternoon, so I got to see him once.  Hopefully Jack will be able to make it at least twice a day.

The doctor came by this morning and said it was looking much better.  The redness was down, and all my vitals were going back to normal.  I've been on Zosyn since admission, and it seems to be working even though the culture results are not back yet.  He said I might be able to go home tomorrow; he likes to continue the IV antibiotics 24 hours after symptoms clear up.  I asked about a second surgery, and again he said no, but he said that Dr. Livingston should be back tomorrow and would look at it himself.

The wound team came by.  One of them was the same nurse who saw me on Friday.  She said it looked a little better, but it was still fairly red around my belly.  She also said the floor nurse hadn't packed the tunnels yesterday.  After they packed me up, they stood out in the hallway whispering about smells and redness, like I'm not just lying there listening to them.  I really wish they wouldn't do that.  Tell me all of it, best, worst, speculation, whatever, but don't go trying to talk about me behind my back, please?

Have you ever tried to take a shower in a shower stall with a glass door, while attached to an IV pump on a stand by a line that isn't long enough to go over the top of the door?  Not fun.