My body has been so tense lately -- and I didn't realize it -- I feel like a rag doll now that surgery is over and TB is home again. I was worried about the pain TB would be in after surgery, wishing he didn't want to have it but realizing it was the only way to stop the pain he was in.
This time, so far so good. We got to the hospital around 6 a.m. TB was taken to a room and prepped for surgery. The nurses called me to go back and see him around 45 mins later. They were about to bring him to the operating room but I did get a chance to give him a kiss.
And then I prayed and watched TV all day. I began to feel all right cuz I knew the Lord would help guide the surgeon's hand and I thought it will be all right, he is safe.
I'd brought the book I was reading but I couldn't concentrate on it at all. Watching the news was easier, helping me to get perspective on all this. It coulda been a lot worse. That helped me feel better too.
Sometime before 11, the surgeon, Dr. Farrell, came out to tell me everything went well and TB was going to recovery. The doctor said he'd be there another 45 minutes or so.
It felt like a long, long time.
When I went back to see TB, he was awake and sipping at some diet Pepsi. The coffee I'd brought him tasted good but it was too much after the surgery and it all came back up. After a while, the nurse brought the page you get on discharge, with all the doctor's notes all over it.
I drove TB home in my Toyota and we about collapsed.
I felt more refreshed when I woke up but still felt like a balloon that had all the air let out. Now my limbs feel rubbery. This is going to be a very laid back day for me and hopefully I'll be feeling my old self again.
Best of all is that TB is comfortable and not in excrutiating pain like he was before.
Thank God.