The second surgery went well. I totally flaked on posting an update the day after.
I got to go home on Thursday, which in hindsight, might have been a bad idea. Thursday night was rough, lots of bleeding from one of the incisions and pain. Darn it if I could not find that wonderful little morphine button that made the pain go away from the first surgery.
Tried to take it easy over the weekend. By taking it easy, I mean bed rest was not in the cards but I did try to be kind to my battered old body. That was probably the wrong choice of words. Now I can’t stop thinking about foods that are battered and fried.
Today I go back to Dr Mounds to find out how he felt the surgery went. I vaguely remember speaking with him while I was in the recovery room. I also vaguely remember pink dancing elephants there. Pretty sure the hospital does not allow dancing pink elephants. This morning I will try to focus and ask questions about what he found when he got in there. Of course, by now, we all know he will say he found fat.
I am anxious to find out the pathology results. Fingers crossed that we get great news from the lab.
After I heal from the latest surgery, I will go get some radiation. I have been told it feels like a bad sunburn so I will just visualize a day at the beach. Surely, those pesky dancing pink elephants won’t be at the beach.
Have a great day.