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My husband's surgery went well, and he's home and glad to be here. And so am I! Even when you're healthy, spending time in the hospital is not good. And the surgeon forgot him (!!) on rounds this morning, so we had to sit there for eight unnecessary hours before getting released. Glad insurance pays for the extra day, rather than us.
What was originally billed as minor outpatient surgery turned out to be a tiny bit scary when the nurse mentioned last night that the reason he had to stay over was that one possible result of removing the parathyroid would be such a drastic drop in blood calcium that it could cause a heart attack! I spent the whole night in my uncomfortable recliner watching his oxygen monitor, but the blood test this morning shows that the remaining parathryroids have taken over and his calcium is fine.
Hope not to see the inside of any more hospitals anytime soon. And hope the same for all of you.
I celebrated our homecoming by making totally organic borscht (B is on a soft diet for his throat) which was a good bit better than anything the hospital provided, if I do say so. Also drinking Red Truck wine and listening to blues.
The neighbor kid celebrated our absence by (accidentally) throwing a baseball into B's windshield. His dad came up to the hospital last night to share the fun. The kid is totatally sweet and apologetic, and we hope this will be another case where insurance will resolve all difficulties.
In slightly related news, we think now that the huge bill for the monk's appendectomy (nevermind if you missed that tale) will not be chargeable to us, legally, but to him, and as a monk with a vow of poverty, he's definitely indigent. Third problem we plan to have solved by wealthy corporations (hospital in this case), not us.
What was originally billed as minor outpatient surgery turned out to be a tiny bit scary when the nurse mentioned last night that the reason he had to stay over was that one possible result of removing the parathyroid would be such a drastic drop in blood calcium that it could cause a heart attack! I spent the whole night in my uncomfortable recliner watching his oxygen monitor, but the blood test this morning shows that the remaining parathryroids have taken over and his calcium is fine.
Hope not to see the inside of any more hospitals anytime soon. And hope the same for all of you.
I celebrated our homecoming by making totally organic borscht (B is on a soft diet for his throat) which was a good bit better than anything the hospital provided, if I do say so. Also drinking Red Truck wine and listening to blues.
The neighbor kid celebrated our absence by (accidentally) throwing a baseball into B's windshield. His dad came up to the hospital last night to share the fun. The kid is totatally sweet and apologetic, and we hope this will be another case where insurance will resolve all difficulties.
In slightly related news, we think now that the huge bill for the monk's appendectomy (nevermind if you missed that tale) will not be chargeable to us, legally, but to him, and as a monk with a vow of poverty, he's definitely indigent. Third problem we plan to have solved by wealthy corporations (hospital in this case), not us.