Old lady in a brand new 20-year old's body

Maybe it's always true in the morning that the last 24 hours in a hospital have been hard (nights are so rarely easy there!) -- but these last 24 hours have been HARD ones for Nance. Yesterday morning, under Reb's care, she must have had the hardest 3 hours yet, with her surgeon doing procedures, flower deliveries arriving, housekeeping coming and going, nurses' visits, Tim and the boys due any minute, pain and general mayhem. Yes, she's now unplugged, a very happy thing, but it doesn't make moving about easy -- just possible. Still exhausting.

The promise of getting to go home today on Wednesday definitely provided a bright beacon of future pleasure through a fine afternoon with Donna, though the pain is taking constant attention to medication to stay managed. Last night the challenges of getting in and out of bed, manuevering (sp?) to the bathroom, linen management, etc, all became a more real and daunting thing, and she's spent some time this morning figuring out what it might take to make that work at home (besides lots of help from Tim and mom Linda!), as well as putting a call in to the surgeon's office to see if she'd be better off staying put one more day. So very many logistics to consider.

I am perhaps not proud of this, but I do have to say that last night had me in nearly uncontrollable laughter as Nance made fun of her pseudo-old lady self in her new (proclaimed by Reb) 20-year old's body, hobbling to the bathroom in her gaping hospital gown, pain pump in a fanny pack slung over her shoulder, with her hair pulled bun-like on the top of her head, glasses a bit askew. It was a sight.

Tim will probably post a bit later today with the news of whether it's off to Santa Rosa today for Nance or not.