First and foremost, Dad is one month out from surgery and doing pretty well. He has been bothered by a gastritis that I think was brought on by stress, antibiotics, and not eating enough. The surgeon has him on 3 weeks of Nexium to try to get that under control. So far, it seems to be working--he wanted Taco Bell today. The endocrinologist at the Cleveland Clinic gets to see him this week to try to pound into his head that he needs to eat, and that the insulin doses can be titrated depending on what is on his plate. He has been so hell-bent on carb control for the past couple of years--it's a hard habit to break.
Mom is, well, going bonkers. Everything she has been telling him to do has been confirmed by subsequent doctor visits, but he won't listen to anyone except a doctor. Even my advice has been pooh-poohed. But he is coming along. Baby steps.
As for the formerly uterined one, I'm doing fine. Played golf for the past two weeks with no ill effects. It's as though the thing was never there! Everyone should have this surgery. It's the way to remove homicidal uteri.
The problem now, as if I needed one, is that I have a kidney stone again. Now, I have had several pass since the boulder was zapped out 3 years ago, but none have taken more than a few days. This little beauty is going on a week. No chills, no vomiting, no pain like I'm being impaled by a spear--that's good. I just have the intermittent "punched in the back and side" loveliness. Pain meds have kept things in check, which is good seeing as I'm on call this coming week and have no time to sit in a hospital.
Although it would make for interesting hospital rounds--nothing like going to visit your patients with your own IV pole in tow.
To top everything off, I have discovered that Kashi cereal, although it tastes very yummy, does a number on my gut. On Friday and again today, I was suffering through some serious abdominal distress about 3 hours after finishing the bowl. Like "don't light a match" distress. Almost made me forget about the stone.
Anyhow, I have decided that my abdominal cavity is nothing more than a glorified preschool. When one organ system gets attention, the others have to do something rotten to turn my head. I would like to put them all in time out.
That's why there's Percocet.