The surgery went well, the prosthetic insert in Jerry’s chest was removed and he was awake by four-ish in the afternoon. The staff let me accompany him to everywhere but the actual pre-op room, which he found comforting. He doesn’t like being alone in the hospital.
Neither of us got much sleep, even though the room was comfortable. Jerry because he doesn’t sleep well when he’s in the hospital – and because the nurses check on his vitals every two hours – and me because I woke up every time he twitched in spite of not getting my nap yesterday. A storm rolled through in the wee hours of the morning, and we spent some time watching the lightning flash and move across Saint Paul. I considered running down to the truck to grab my camera and tripod, but the cathedral wasn’t lit and lightning over the lit cathedral and capitol buildings would have been the whole point of a slow exposure.
The surgeon installed two drains into Jerry’s chest. For the next couple of weeks we’ll have to empty the drains regularly and measure the fluid. I guess that’s how they’re going to know the gap between bodily layers is healing properly and determine when the drains come out.
I’m calling in to work today. It means using another eight hours of vacation, but then there’s no pressure on the hospital staff to get Jerry discharged in a hurry, and I can get him set up at home and comfortable without worrying about being gone for a work shift.
The skies this morning were stunning. Full of color and life, and just the thing to take a person’s mind off of fretting. Jerry’s going to be fine, I’ll deal with the work situation as it comes, and measuring the fluid will be easy. The hard part will be keeping Jerry still long enough to heal up properly!