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So Christine had a very rough night (including no one came with her sleeping pill, a computer started alarming in the vestibule of her room, apparently the nurse didn't come when she pressed the call button so she called the hospital operator for help, no sleep until 4 am), and by this morning she was texting her doctor to "Get me out of here, please!"
She's home now, and it's good for both of us. I feel a little flat of affect in some ways, and also like a terribly important thing has happened for us. I want to process details and particular moments, but mainly i need to process them with Christine, and she's a bit traumatized.
I'm holding witness for some things that happened today, and i want to hear how she experienced them.
A bit traumatized is probably an understatement: she spent a long time in a hospital after a head injury as a child ("WEAR A HELMET!" she shouts at bicyclists now). That was traumatic then, she knows her experience is a mix of old experience and new.
On the other hand, she makes jokes and plays with words. It's good she's home.
She's home now, and it's good for both of us. I feel a little flat of affect in some ways, and also like a terribly important thing has happened for us. I want to process details and particular moments, but mainly i need to process them with Christine, and she's a bit traumatized.
I'm holding witness for some things that happened today, and i want to hear how she experienced them.
A bit traumatized is probably an understatement: she spent a long time in a hospital after a head injury as a child ("WEAR A HELMET!" she shouts at bicyclists now). That was traumatic then, she knows her experience is a mix of old experience and new.
On the other hand, she makes jokes and plays with words. It's good she's home.
We're home, as of around 3:30 or so this afternoon. The steps to prove that she was in satisfactory condition to leave the hospital were hard but she made it. I suspect we're both running a little fever, but maybe it's just the warm weather we're suddenly having here in California.
The diet mix up -- giving her solid food far too soon yesterday -- really didn't help. I'm not sure how easily one can return from not eating, but this seemed unnecessarily difficult. We were able to put a little list of appetizing things together -- fig newtons, saltines, yogurt -- and i think she'll be getting her appetite back.
I know she needs bed rest the first two weeks after the surgery (I have to check my notes to see if it was two weeks after coming home or just two weeks after the surgery). She's not bed bound anymore, though, and seems to be negotiating around the house with no difficulties.
All the cats are taking turns caring for her. We'll see if there are hissy fits tonight.
We're listening to Wynton Marsalis's Resolution of Romance and enjoying the absence of hospital sounds. The last two nights we watched two documentaries on Russian painting that were beyond terrible (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0930614/ & http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0930615/ ).There were points where one suspected that the out of focus details of the paintings were out of sync with the narration.
I know a few of you have asked what might bring her cheer. I suppose we're both so relieved for her to be home, it makes it hard to think of anything specific at this point. I know she never wants to see hard candy again, and she's really enjoyed the hydrangea her sisters and mother sent.
Thanks again,
[me]
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