Tales from a (temporarily daft & farsighted) lady without a lung mass

In case you haven’t heard, I am home. Home and mostly in my bed, but becoming a little more ambulatory each day in a slow but steady effort to become myself again. The whole experience is still a bit surreal as I am never the sick person. So, for the next few days, I’ll probably just communicate things in little (hopefully lucid) drips and drabs. Strong narcotic meds and the fact that I can’t see anything up close will likely keep my entries short for the time being. Apparently, the general anesthesia, pain meds, Scopolamine patch & other anti-nausea meds or any combination of these things are what’s causing my compromised vision. Until it subsides, I’ll just keep  borrowing Dave’s or my mom’s reading glasses whenever I need to see my phone or read a prescription bottle. What else am I doing really???

Anyway, I just wanted to check in with everyone again to tell you two things: (1) you are great and (2) I am fine. ODNT has had its highest viewership stats ever in the last few days and I really appreciate your interest in my wellbeing. Of course, the readership spike could also be because I let two great writers fill in for me in my absence. Thanks, Dave and Mom. I hope you’ve read all your positive feedback here.

For now, I’ll just leave you with a funny picture. One that makes me feel like a Christmas present … or maybe just a Christmas ham.  The inscription was written by my cardiothoracic surgeon.

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To explain a little, you’re looking at my back on my right side.  That bandage extends from my waist to the center of my back and wraps around the front, too.  It covers all of the cuts I have yet to see and hope are nothing. In the bottom right of the picture is my fair weather cat who is desperately trying to get away from the lady who moves and is wrapped like a mummy.

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4 responses to “Tales from a (temporarily daft & farsighted) lady without a lung mass

  1. Dear Michele,

    I’m so glad to see you back at the blog, though your two visiting writers did a great job. I started crying listening to “Smile” at the end of your last blog Wednesday night; I was sobbing yesterday as I read my dear friend’s post. So this is very emotional even for those of us who don’t know you personally. I feel as though I do from reading ODNT and hearing about your from your mom. I know it’s a relief to have this much over with and to be doing so well. I just know everything is going to be fine.

    Enjoy having a legitimate reason to take it easy.
    Claudia

  2. WOOHOO!
    rock on, ODNT.
    And don’t feel the need to not blog when high on prescription meds on our account.

  3. Yes, drugged posts, please.

    And glad to see you up and about.

  4. It’s good to see you back on ODNT. Your husband and mother did a great job filling in, but it’s nice to have the original ODNT here. I’m glad you had the sense to keep your shirt on despite the various drugs in your system. Maybe the photographer had something to do with that. Either way, it was a good call.

    Now that you’re recovering, I’ll let you consider a little fact. That chest tube you had? That was WAY more painful than a boob job.

    Still crossing fingers and saying prayers while waiting for that final pathology report.

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