A lot of updates, but not about cancer
Thursday
One week hospitalized. I have no further information on the cancer for now.
I've learned that, pretty much what you'd expect for a bipolar person, if you give me as much morphine as I want, I will want way too much. I haven't been in pain since I woke up, but I was really not in pain for those first days. I don't even know when the epidural delivering it came out, even though I'd largely stopped using the on demand function by that point. I had a couple restful nights under it, and a couple with wild and crazy visions of the sort I cannot possibly explain (there are several hospitals right here and to heal and be discharged you must defeat all of their celestial forms? In an extremely literal kind of way)
I had a nasal-gastric tube in my nose all week. I know I said some pretty harsh things about them under opiates, and they are bad, but not nearly that bad. There's a 30cm long suture in my abdomen, and that is objectively way worse. The tube drains your stomach before your bowels have reengaged, so you aren't throwing up all the time. Which is another thing opiates make worse, but at least you barely remember.
For now, my recovery looks like most other major surgery recoveries. Because even though I did not get the procedure I wanted, I still got a procedure. That means a lot of nurses monitoring my bowel movements, and a lot of little walks around the floor to encourage the bowels along.
While I'm here I can have visitors, but since I barely have an idea where I am within Mt Sinai, I'll have to ask in the morning. But check in with the rules for visitors, and let me know your coming
From the comments
James Petrosky: I didn't want to post with the tube in, I thought it too gross, and if it has to go back in I'm canceling the invitation until it's gone again. This is apparently my limit of sharing.
Fucking morphine, I can't say never again but I hope never again