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.
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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