Random stuff

Well, things are moving along, but never as quickly as one would like:). Never would have thought I’d feel this good at this point, though. I’m still sore and tire more easily, but that’s no big surprise. Since last we met, dear 2.5 readers, I’ve had two visitors here at Chez FugueState. Diane L came by Monday and brought magazines (one about cooking light, the other about knitting–MWA!) and this lovely low-fat, sugar – free fruit thingie that was out of this world! Thank you, Diane:)
Today Nancy S. came by. She brought some lovely Greek yogurt and blueberries from her own garden- yum! Hey, I thought I was supposed to be losing weight, LOL. I am! We had a lovely time, eating our lunches outside on the porch and talking our fool heads off about pretty near everything. Heaven! Thanks so much Nancy!
Now the clouds are rolling in for what promises to be another in a stream of thunderstorms coming at us for the next week. Ah timing is everything!
Oh, before I go for now, couple of things I wanted to share- first, the butterfly that not only came to sit on the railing of the deck the first afternoon I sat outside, but it stayed with me and let me take it’s picture! It even came back later!

Even when the thunderclouds came and the breeze turned to something more threatening, it hung on. Some say butterflies can be a message from our loved ones who have died. Who knows, but I liked the plucky little thing!
And second, no knitter’s blog will be complete without a picture of (gasp) knitting:

Not much to look at now, but like rest of me, it’s getting there!

God be with you ’til we meet again.+


I be baaaack;)!!and the whole dang story

Not much to blog about except it’s great to be back with the needles again:)!! And no, I don’t mean the ones filled with drugs (silly), the ones with yarn wrapped around them:)!
I figure since I’ve already got eighteen gazillion projects going, was only right to…
So I’m trying my hand at the Windesbraut Bertha- a lovely shawl by Monika Eckert a/k/a Klabauter. So far so good.

On the more boring news front, let me tell ya what happened:
John and I showed up at St. Agnes Hospital at 9:45 a.m. They took soon blood from my arm (the first of many on my two-and-a-half-day stay). W sat in the waiting room where hospital staff took our names and other relevant info, probably to rule us out as terrorists.
When someone called my name, I went back again- this time to get the street clothes off and get the sterile gown on. So far so good. Then John came back to join me. I was hooked up to a water bag via an IV. The surgeon came in, signed off on the paperwork, had me sign the consent forms (again, LOL) this time without my glasses (hmmmmm). Next thing I knew, a medical student was introducing herself and asking for permission to watch my surgery-absolutely!-
then the most lovely substance was injected into the IV and I was a complete goofball. At some point , the anesthesiologist came in, then it was show time.
I have some vague memories of being wheeled to the OR and the next thing I knew, I was being wheeled into my room and heard someone saying, “OK Patricia, you’re in your room now.” out of the corner of my blurry vision I could see John and Ann M our parish nurse. Ann has taught a number of the nurses at St. Agnes, but hadn’t seen any of her students yet.
The room was in the new wing- I think it was larger than John’s first apartment – and the way I felt, I couldn’t have cared less.
I won’t lie- this HURT. I had a pain pump- a line of dilaudid (a form of morphine) that I could trigger without overdosing. I was still in pain, especially in the center of my chest, but I figured it was because my stomach was now not far from my chest and it had just been through The Wars. I also later found out the doc had found a hernia – am assuming hiatal- and had fixed it. Color me impressed- but sore!
Anyway, dear Ann stayed with me even after John had to leave to get some sleep before work, spoke with me as I hit moments of consciousness and cleaned my dry mouth (couldn’t take anything by mouth until the next day). She left me a sweet note when she went home- angel of mercy. I am so blessed, am I not? That night, they wanted me walking, but I could only sit up for a bit.
The rest of the hospital stay was generally icky. I craved sleep and got little, but that’s being in the hospital. I was glad when I hit the goal of passing the upper GI test and could take in fluids, including tea and sugar-free Jello. Then they took out the catheter- which gave me new opportunities to walk- and I did.
Then it was pureed food. Then I got to clean up and clean my – by then- foul mouth and I’m not talking curse words. That was rather nice. Then they took out the drain in my tummy (weird) and gave me some instructions to add to the booklet my doc’s office had already provided, and joy of joy, I got to get dressed and go home.
But it still hurt -and it was slow going. A colleague who had it done two days earlier was already set to go back to work this Monday! Good for him. He encouraged me to do more walking (yes, John too, sigh…) and I have been. But for some reason, my abdominal pain continues, but lessens every day.
Today I almost made it down the street to my mailbox. Tomorrow I’m going for the gold! Rah!
I’ve lost a few pounds but will only post monthly numbers and I’m not there yet.
In short, I’m healing and I’m off through the 26th, so I have time to really do it.
Did I forget to tell you I love my job?

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On through to the other side

Surgery went without a hitch- except for a hernia repair in addition, which did not surprise

me given my klutziness around getting out of bed in recent years. I am a total baby about pain, I’m embarrassed to admit. Although I have been a good doobie about following doctor’s orders and walking and doing the deep breathing.
Ann M, previously (nay, continuously) our Parish Nurse, was there when I got out of recovery, keeping my extremely dry mouth clean and moistened. She had excellent advice for me when she left hours later. Thank you Ann! Come to think of it, with rare exception, the caregivers at St. Agnes Hospital were all very gentle. I now know why they call nurses “angels of mercy!” and it wasn’t for my sparkling personality, trust me. Talking just took too much energy. It still does. This hurts, but it gets better. I even took a shower today Which means it gets better for others too:)
I have done no knitting. Somehow I think that will be changing in a day or two.
One thing before I sign off. Well two: thank you to all my wonderful friends, colleagues, clergy, fellow choirs members, EfM’ers, Stephen Ministry folks, other church friends, and family members, especially John who is putting up with me, my Dad, who has put up with me even longer, Maureen, my kids, grandkids and long- suffering clients who will be so glad for the excellent legal representation they will receive in the next week that they won’t want me back, LOL! Anyway, thank you all. And the second thing is the above picture: a beautiful Peace Plant given to me by the choirs as delivered by Diane L., and my left ankle, which hasn’t been this lacking in swelling since somewhere in the nineties, LOL!
God be with you ’til we meet again!+