A bit of a swan song evening – at least for a few weeks.
Martha and I went out to have dinner. I had three beers – normally not something I do. As it is, I’m a really light drinker, and even three is more than I’m used to. Plus I’m a lightweight; I admit it. I’m told I’m really funny when I’m taking pain medication; it is almost effortless to make me want to curl up in a ball and sleep. Alcohol has a similar effect on me.
Today, however, was a busy day. My daughter had an appointment with the Nurse Practitioner she sees to manage her ADHD. It’s really funny to know she takes the same medication that I do but at a somewhat higher dose. Considering that she is 5’2” and weighs in at approximately 125 lbs., this is significant. But it is what she needs to function; I suspect it probably has to do with her body’s base metabolic rate.
Yesterday I had the pre-surgery assessment done. It was all standard stuff; I was assessed by a nurse who asked me all of the history questions they have to ask, got a set of vital signs, and sent me to the Nurse Anesthetist who assessed my airway (“yup – you have a grade 4 airway.” And all I could think was, “No shit, Sherlock”) and told me that I could expect to work out the details on Monday with the Anesthesiologist and whomever he’ll have with him. I also had blood work done – they wanted to look at electrolytes and kidney function (BUN and Creatinine levels) just to make sure there would be no trouble. I was there for a little over an hour and a half, and it went quite smoothly. If there is an issue I’m sure I’ll be made aware of it tomorrow when I meet with the surgeon to sign consent forms.
Still no word on where I’m going after the surgery is done. I have a bad feeling that I will wind up in a skilled facility somewhere around Manchester that I won’t like. As I’ve said before, many of the facilities in the Manchester area that advertise having skilled nursing beds are a notch above disgraceful. So it will be interesting to see what turns up.
Otherwise, there really isn’t much to talk about. I’m waiting – simple as that. And there is no real excitement going on to talk about. I do know that all of the people I work with want me back. While I feel good about that, I know it’s not simply because of me; it is because of staffing problems that everyone is trying to solve. As soon as I’m able to contribute, I will do so. Not before.
I do not need to cause myself any more trouble than I’ve already had. And I won’t put myself in that position.