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Posts about health (old posts, page 1)

Tired but done.

Just came back from the hospital after having had a call from the hospital earlier in the day about the ‘outcome’, so to speak, of the operation. The phone-call revealed that she was doing fine and was in the ‘recovery’-ward with no obvious/known complications having popped up after the removal of her stomach. In fact, she was even able to ask for the phone to get to speak to me. Obviously, it was good to hear her ‘up and about’, even though it was also pretty clear she was feeling a bit woozy and sleepy (still) at that time.

Just now, during afternoon visiting hours, she was still sleepy and restless in the way that laying in one fixed position , in one spot, in one bed, will quickly make you. That is to say, even without the tubes sticking out from several sides and an epidural, having to lay in bed while you’re not ‘feeling so hot’ will make you feel the classic ‘Meh’-kind of way.

Her mother was there also and also obviously happy to see all went as well as can be expected, really. I didnt ask about any prognosis about hospital-stay-time or anything, since I’m sure it’s too early to tell, but they don’t seem to be particularly concerned or worried about anything so far and I’m sure that even though part of that is a valued professional skill (for a nurse), the bottomline is that she’s on her way to going without those tubes and be able to get out of the bed and get around the place a bit.

I’ll be there again tomorrow; in case there’s anything people want me to tell/ask/etc with/to/for her , please leave a comment on this post and I’ll try and do what I can.


*live* from the hospital; news news news news \*\*\*\*\*\*\*

Sitting on the edge of a bed that didnt turn out to be as soft as feared; it seems that UMTS actually does work here after all. Now it’s just a matter of not letting the ward-nurses hear incessant typing noises coming from the room.

There’s old people here; all over ! Two in the same room even. One’s a soccer-lover, even though he doesnt seem willing to admit it despite the orange fedora hanging from a pin on the wall behind his bed. It’s obvious the russians got him.

Right across from Tanja’s bed there’s a lady who seems to be mostly quiet and who most likely is wondering what the hell we’re up to with all the typing and secret chuckles.

One of the nurses (if I can call him that) gave a rundown of what to expect the coming 24 hours; he’s an interesting bloke who had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes into the back of his head when we mentioned we did a bit of googling and wikipedia-ing about medical stuffs on the interweb. He was, however so kind as to direct us to some places where , and I quote, ‘one doesnt have to take the offered information with a large….large amount of salt’.

Anyway; the basic scheme of things , really, is that she’ll be having a shower early tomorrow morning so the surgeons will be recieving her in the op-room smelling all minty-fresh and from then on things will mostly be an as interesting as a rollercoaster in the dark… , well; apart from the fact she won’t even be awake for it , either. A few hours later and , presto!, one stomach, one girl; two different places.

Allright, so basically, it’s really mostly up to the surgeons now; not too much to do, prepare for or think about. Tomorrow she’ll wake up and there’ll be a number of uncomfortable tube-stuffs , sensors, thingamabobs and bums-dings attached to her that’ll keep check of her temperature, blood-pressure, shoe-size and bank-account, among other things. It’ll be a while before she’ll be able to come online to blog so I’ll be trying to fill in the gaps for her until then. More soon!


Off to the hospital.

I have packed my back-pack, put some drawing stuff in it and pyjamas. It’ll most likely take me about a week before I can get back online. In the meantime, grimm will post updates and possible indecent photos for which he shall receive punishment :)

See you in a little while.