I am back in the blogging saddle, as they say, and am ready to profess some profundity. Really, I'm ready. Ummmm... So where is the creative promise - that "I'm the driver here" feeling? I guess that should not be taken for granted. OK then, Ed, enough with the cutesy. Let's go.
I have been told that there are two things (at minimum) that I must be able to do before they will consider releasing me back into our urban wilderness: pass gas, and pee. These are straightforward and automatic processes, and I take them for granted. Somewhat unbelievably, I am struggling with these simple bodily functions! And, just to complicate things a little more, I am told that I must work to remain hydrated (water and Gatorade). Input is not equalling output and that creates a problem. The solution so far has been to insert a temporary catheter every six hours. The passage of gas - which many of you can attest has not been a problem in the past - is not even on the radar screen... Once we nail the bladder issue, it's on to flatulence. :-)
My strength is good, probably in no small way due to the Salem Hospital RISE fitness exercise classes with Dave and Nancy. But the hydromorphone pain killer that I can self-administer may be masking things... (Has anyone noticed that I use ellipses a lot?)
OK - I need ro make this a short posting, since I have dozed off five times already while typing with two fingers. (But not before having three vials of blood drawn for three lab tests.. Geez..)