Goodmorning!
(Not sure if that’s one word or two, so bear with me, this post is sure to be confusing at best!)
I am still in the ICU. From what I understand, my blood isn’t clotting yet the way it’s supposed to and I sm still having some blood loss through the incision where the liver is.
This means lots of monitoring and some infusions of blood and blood clotting agents (don’t make me retrieve the words for those).
I have been a zombie, and have a new understanding for people who have a hard time waking up in the morning. (Like my husband). Lathargic doesn’t begin to define how tired I feel. I can be talking then fall asleep mid-sentence. I guess when 2/3 of your liver is removed and you lose a lot of blood, it’s not surprising.
I would like a vat of water, I’m not allowed to drink. I did drink some yesterday because I didn’t know the rules, and when I asked the nurse for wasted, she kept bringing it. I haven’t eaten anything since Wednesday at 1:00. Not hungry but truly thirsty.
I have been up out of bed to use the loo – there’s one next to my bed. My catheter was taken out yesterday so I was up once an hour, literally to go. This involves unhooking various wires, putting my disco bag (bag containing pain meds around my neck) and a ballerina twirl to the potty so I don’t get caught up in the wires. It’s a vision.
Today I want to walk, I am strong and ready do so but I haven’t gotten permission yet.
Well, I’m ready to sleep again. Thank you to the Anderson’s and the Grants for giving our kids a fun weekend, and to the Dobberfuhl’s for surrogate parenting.
Thank you all for checking in, I thought I’d be more with it at this point! Patience, I know!!
Xoxo
Hilary