I’m sure most people are at least vaguely aware, as I was before today, that “home from the hospital” does not necessarily mean “well.” I am acutely aware of it this morning.
Here’s how it currently is with me: Although my temperature is now within what is considered normal limits, it’s still slightly elevated for me. I have night sweats. I’m still coughing quite a bit as my throat continues to recover from being intubated for the surgery. I move slowly, and I don’t have much stamina. I’m a little dizzy. My belly still hurts sometimes, and it has a surgical drain hanging from it.
That said, every day so far has been a slight improvement. I’m moving more easily than I did yesterday, and the coughing jags are briefer and less violent. There’s less pain.
And of course, it is a great pleasure to be home: to sleep without being woken up for blood draws and temperature checks, to eat when I feel like it, to get my own pills, to spend time with Dave and Chili, to hear the rain on our roof.
