5 p.m. is the new 10 a.m. apparently
Sep. 13th, 2006 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunrabAs in, discharge time Tuesday was supposed to be around 10 a.m., but I actually got let out of there around 5 p.m. So that was most of the day shot.
And today I still mostly slept - even moderate sedation, as opposed to general anesthesia, leaves a person groggy for a couple days till it all gets out of the system. And also gives one *very* strange dreams.
Right now, the refrigerator delivery guys are late. I guess late is the new on time.
Anyway. As expected, they did not manage to implant the 3rd lead. They did spend a little more time looking for ways to do it than they promised, thereby alarming![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
squirrel_magnet and also thereby subjecting me to a bit more sedation than I wanted; I have amnesia for the whole day, although I supposedly woke up, ate, chatted with the doctors, etc. The extra exploration did give them a good picture for when, maybe six months from now, they go back in to do the third lead a different way. Apparently, the route to my coronary sinus is much tinier and twistier than normal, enough so to be interesting to a doctor who sees lots of them every week.
It was never on my list of goals in life to be on a chatty first name basis with a bunch of cardiac ward nurses - people who see me and ask about the rabbits, people I see and ask about their due date, etc. But that appears to be the situation in which I find myself - well enough acquainted with John, Gerry, Cookie, Pelagie, etc. to even recognize them in other hallways.
Since hospital food sucks, even at the great Johns Hopkins, I brought my own food with me, which everybody thought was funny, but which made me popular with my roommate, as she was finding the hospital food bland to the point of inedibility too. I brought low-fat yogurt, and low-fat chocolate pudding, and fresh fruit, and reduced-sodium cheese and low-sodium crackers, and good fresh-brewed iced tea, and just totally ignored the food the hospital served. And my menu was every bit as low-fat and low-sodium as their nutritionist-planned ones. There's gotta be a lesson there. Let's hear it for end-of-season nectarines and peaches!!
OK, that's enough for now. Itching occurs, and also I've made myself hungry by talking about food!
And today I still mostly slept - even moderate sedation, as opposed to general anesthesia, leaves a person groggy for a couple days till it all gets out of the system. And also gives one *very* strange dreams.
Right now, the refrigerator delivery guys are late. I guess late is the new on time.
Anyway. As expected, they did not manage to implant the 3rd lead. They did spend a little more time looking for ways to do it than they promised, thereby alarming
squirrel_magnet and also thereby subjecting me to a bit more sedation than I wanted; I have amnesia for the whole day, although I supposedly woke up, ate, chatted with the doctors, etc. The extra exploration did give them a good picture for when, maybe six months from now, they go back in to do the third lead a different way. Apparently, the route to my coronary sinus is much tinier and twistier than normal, enough so to be interesting to a doctor who sees lots of them every week. It was never on my list of goals in life to be on a chatty first name basis with a bunch of cardiac ward nurses - people who see me and ask about the rabbits, people I see and ask about their due date, etc. But that appears to be the situation in which I find myself - well enough acquainted with John, Gerry, Cookie, Pelagie, etc. to even recognize them in other hallways.
Since hospital food sucks, even at the great Johns Hopkins, I brought my own food with me, which everybody thought was funny, but which made me popular with my roommate, as she was finding the hospital food bland to the point of inedibility too. I brought low-fat yogurt, and low-fat chocolate pudding, and fresh fruit, and reduced-sodium cheese and low-sodium crackers, and good fresh-brewed iced tea, and just totally ignored the food the hospital served. And my menu was every bit as low-fat and low-sodium as their nutritionist-planned ones. There's gotta be a lesson there. Let's hear it for end-of-season nectarines and peaches!!
OK, that's enough for now. Itching occurs, and also I've made myself hungry by talking about food!
