It's been a long day. It's after 10 and I've been up since 5:30, so I'm about ready to fall asleep. But it's been a good day. The surgery went really well, and all the signs from the recovery so far have been very positive.
It's nice to have family around to have someone to hug when the news is good. I presume when news is bad too, but that hasn't happened. And of course it's a relief of some sort when family is gone and it's just me again. It's also important to get out and go for a nice walk from time to time. I really enjoy walking around this neighborhood and found some very good pizza not far from here.
Hospitals are strange organisms and all kinds of odd things happen here. Some nurses use the patients as tables, while some nurses prefer to use tables for tables, so at one moment there could be a half dozen things sitting on Ronnie and then the next moment they could all be gone and placed neatly at bedside. And the array of things attached to her in incredible.
The biggest takeaway, I think, is that the surgery, which gets built way up in advance, is just the beginning of the process. If you think about in terms of the goals, which would be to have Ronnie feel good and able to live her life without impediments, then it's clear that it's just the start and that there's a whole series of small and large steps ahead of us.
I'm an instinctual caretaker and it's hurt me at times, but as I've gotten older and possibly, though not certainly, more mature, I'm better at knowing when I have to stop and care for myself. It's going to be necessary to keep that up, especially after we're home and I'm back at work.
But all in all, a successful day. I'm ready for bed, because I need to be up at 6 to see the doctor(s) when they come around for their first rounds.
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