It’s June and that means it’s rose season. Doc was feeling energetic enough Saturday to go visit the botanical gardens here, which have a whole lower part dedicated to roses. They were so extravagant, it was wonderful:
Doc is home and doing great–walking around, eating normal food, not really in pain except for the first thing in the morning. When you consider that just five days ago he had a large section of his guts just removed, it’s pretty amazing.
This is our first experience with any kind of laparoscopic surgery and we’re both just fascinated by it. We didn’t expect there to be multiple incisions! They superglued the skin wounds closed! How does a surgeon even practice this?! There’s a special gut stapling tool??!
Doc even found video of the actual surgery. It stops at a paywall before any stapler action, right after they show someone’s sigmoid colon getting pulled out of an incision like a magician pulling a scarf out of their sleeve–which was honestly enough for me. But still: cool and fascinating!
Neither of us have had a surgery before and going into this, I was still scarred by my mom’s failed surgery. But this surgery went really well! The surgeon did a great job and we want to write her a thank you note! These are strange new feelings where doctors are concerned, but I’ll take them.
I was able to mask up and visit the hospital yesterday and Doc is doing so, so great. He was sitting in a chair all day, he didn’t need a nap, he passed the physical therapist test of stairs and taking off his socks, his pain is just getting managed by Tylenol, and he’s in high spirits. I think he can come home sometime over the weekend!
I’m also feeling better–yesterday my test had the faintest positive line after 10 minutes–so wow. Things have turned out better than my wildest imaginings and I know my therapist is going to act smug when I tell her all the catastrophizing I did never came to pass. (Still working on that one.)
Anyway, enjoy the weekend! Hug the things you love! Try imagining the best instead of the worst!
Doc’s surgery went really well yesterday and the hospital did a great job of keeping me in the loop–I got calls from the OR nurse, the surgeon, and the recovery nurse, and when I called the nurse’s station on his floor that night they took 15 minutes to explain and look things up. By the very end of the day he was even texting me coherently, so hopefully we can get him out of the hospital in a couple days and get him home, minus a large part of his colon.
It was my dad’s turn for a surprise hospital visit yesterday (he’s doing ok now) and it was also Toby’s turn for a scheduled vet visit (he is also doing ok but had blood drawn just to make sure, which is why his neck is all wet):
It was all kind of A Lot so I did my traditional “go to Sewtopia and get a little treat” after a Trader Joe’s run at the end of the day. I’m going to make a bigger tote for Doc’s next (scheduled) hospital trip, and Sewtopia had the webbing and lining I needed–and it matched the TJ’s peonies.
I guess it’s safe to assume that if I’m absent from the blog for a few days, we are dealing with POOP. It was Doc again this time, back to the hospital via the ER from crazy gut pain that came out of nowhere.
His poor colon has another micro perforation from the diverticulitis (like last July) but the IV antibiotics and liquid diet seem to be getting him healed up.
He’d already scheduled surgery for early June to remove the offending piece of his colon; I was worried that that was a really major surgery when he seemed to be doing fine…but I guess this stint in Poop Jail has at least convinced me that yeah, he’s not actually fine.
Anyway, here’s a funny fake toy for no particular reason! (artist)