Mission Accomplished

It seems incredible that the removal of a largish-smallish bump on a wrist could take all day. But it did. I started getting myself ready at about 8:30 and her ready at about 9:30 this morning and we finally got home at around 6 PM. Thank goodness August came to help carry her in her wheelchair outside and then this evening inside again because there's no way she could have gotten up or down the stairs. What do other people do? I guess they don't.

The nurses were so absolutely lovely. I think they were quite smitten with Mary. She, for her part, at least on the way there, was outraged. She kept demanding that I take her back home and saying that there was nothing wrong with her and asking over and over where we were going and why. I guess when we got there, she figured there was no more protesting or else she was a bit cowed by the seriousness of finding herself in a hospital gown in a hospital bed with nurses doing things to her. Finally (I say with a sort of relief), her hand did start to hurt her again. The relief was short-lived, though, because she kept telling me it was hurting, to which I'd reply that that was precisely why we were there at the hospital.

Unfortunately, her platelets were high and they heard some noises in her lungs, so they decided to do a chest x-ray. Apparently, the surgeon was not happy about that and was chomping on the bit. He said it was the fifth ganglian cyst he'd operated on today. He may be a great surgeon, but he had zip personality. Hm. Maybe he's having a hard time at the moment. I should be more...what's the word? Sympathetic? At any rate, we have to go back to see him (when he'll remove the bandages) this Thursday, so I'll have another chance to see if he really is so flat a character. Not that it matters. I shouldn't be so judgemental...

So they said that everything went fine. She's got a huge amount of bandages on her arm and hand and she has to keep it elevated above her heart or wear a sling if she gets up. It looks like we'll be camped out in the living room for another week. I'm rather enjoying sleeping on the floor. I always have enjoyed sleeping in places I wasn't supposed to--like the couch.

I finshed listening to another audiobook--The End of Summer by Rosamund Pilcher. I really like her a lot. The lady who was reading had a Scottish accent and now I keep hearing a voice with a Scottish accent in my head! I think I'd really like to live there for a bit. If everyone is as RP describes them, that is. They seem a bit standoffish and unemotional but still quite honest. Hm. That could describe a German as well!

It's rather lonely around here at the moment. The kitty has stolen my chair. Mary is sleeping very soundly. I wonder if I should give her another Darvocet. She's due for it. I don't want her to start hurting. But if she's sleeping...I hate to wake her up. She didn't sleep well last night. (That means I didn't either!) She compained a lot about her hand, so I gave her a Darvocet and an Aleve over the course of the day. Then the only thing left was the Tramadol, so I gave her that finally at 7:15 last night. Well, it really went to her head. She saw all kinds of people and kept asking me about them. I was trying to make springerles. I finally finished up and went to bed around 10:30. She just kept talking to people and asking me questions. She kept asking why all these people were in her living room, why was that man on the ceiling, shouldn't those little ones be in bed, where was her lamp, she wanted to go home... and yelling for me. I answered a few times (sometimes with some expletives, I admit) and sat next to her on her chair. Nothing seemed to help much, so by 2 AM I told her I just wasn't going to answer anymore. She said my face was covered with ants, there were ants everywhere. I felt sick to my stomach. I had done that to her. But she didn't seem to be freaking out, more making comments. Well, except about her lamp. She was quite angry about that. I guess she finally wore herself out. At one point I got up and listened to see if she was still breathing. I wondered if I'd caused her to have a heart attack. Usually she breathes so loudly. Oh, it was so funny at the hospital today. After the nurse put the IV in, she asked Mary if it was ok. Mary said no, it hurt. The nurse finished up, giving Mary some medicine/drugs through the IV. Mary made another coment about how it still wasn't good and then the next second let out the loudest snore. We all had a good laugh ;-)

I'll be so glad when she gets back to normal. Back to herself. She was still talking to people a bit tonight and reaching for things in the air that weren't there. I gave her the liquid from the hash I'd made last night and a few spoonfuls of jello and, of course, a cup of coffee (I got some Sanka--it's not bad) and even a couple of springerles. It's a new recipe. They're delicious! But all the patterns faded away in the oven. There was so much butter in the recipe. But, hell, these would be worth just cutting into squares and making without the pattern!

I guess I'll go back to my knitting. At this rate I might finish Mary's afghan soon! (I've been working on it for a few years now.) I'm going to listen next to Dragonrider by Cornelia Funke.