Sundays must be a sleep-in day for the doctors! It seemed to be like that on the heart floor. Also, for those who dressed in suits and ties or pantsuits, weekends were usually casual! It was 8 am by the time they started rounding. The baby surgeons did come by a little earlier, but they don’t count without a mama hen. We saw both the nephrology and surgical teams at the same time, with at least 8 of them in the room. They are concerned, but not greatly, about Amanda’s blood pressure. So the surgeon wanted to bring on the autonomic team. They are new for us; we’ve never seen that specialty before, and I thought we’d see them all.
Amanda is really being a bugger about drinking. She’s sleepy most of the time, and it’s hard for her to stay focused. She’ll wake from a long nap and think she just took a drink when it had actually been a while. If she would just drink a little at a time and more often, we could cover a lot more ground. This morning, she really didn’t want to drink or walk either one. I kept having to coax her to get up so we could make our morning lap. She finally relented and did well when we were walking, making a lap and a half.
I had asked a friend to come and hang out with Amanda while I went to church. I chose a friend who goes to a mega church with a bunch of services so as not to pull them away from church, but she was running a camera during the morning service and couldn’t come. Amanda was sleeping so much, and we are pretty leveled off, so I decided to go without any cover at the hospital. Amanda seemed to be fine with it too.
With Amanda’s late start, I only made it to service, not Sunday school. I planned to pop in at the end of SS, but after talking with everyone in the lobby, I didn’t have time to. I was bombarded with love from everyone wanting to check on Amanda. Sometimes it’s a little overwhelming, and I’ll shy away from people. Living in a small town, we tend to be reclusive after surgeries to avoid seeing anyone telling the same story over and over. As small a town as we live in, there is no going to the store without seeing someone we know! My posts like this were originally birthed out of that. Not wanting to update everyone in person or by phone. I wanted to see people today, though; it had been a few weeks since I’d seen our Crievewood family, so I was eager to go. I felt like a celebrity, with people attacking me from all sides to get news about Amanda. Everyone was genuinely happy for us and wanted to know how they could pray now.
I didn’t hang around too long after; I needed to get back to Amanda. First I ran by the apartment to drop some dirty clothes off and pick up some clean chonies! Tank was glad to see me. Poor guy, it takes him a minute to get going, so by the time he was up and happy to see me, I was about ready to go again! I left for a soul food place we like, not far from the hospital, to grab lunch.
Wednesday, the ba hum bug surgical resident, came by while I was at church to work on Amanda’s incision again. She cauterized it with some silver nitrate. It was bleeding a little but not bad, enough to soak a bandage between changes, though. So hopefully what she did will fix the problem.
I did get Amanda to make a short lap walking in the afternoon. That will make 3 walks today after we get one in this afternoon. After that, it was nap time. Amanda has been napping on and off since they started her on a muscle relaxer; it puts her out. This time we both crashed, though. I was up early, so a nap was in order. I rarely, if ever, nap, but I have a lot of sleep to catch up on.
The rest of the afternoon and evening were filled with me hounding Amanda about drinking! She just doesn’t want to drink hardly any at all. Even of things she likes to drink, she won’t drink much of. Everyone from the nurses to doctors have been on her about it. The bulk of her drinking is when she takes pills, which is often, but still not enough.
We’re getting there but slowly. Big prayer requests are that her kidney will fully wake up and that her trips to the bathroom will be what’s annoying her rather than me hounding her about drinking! And that we won’t need to go back on dialysis. We’ll be staying through tomorrow night at least now, I suppose.
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