G has done wonderfully through surgery. When I met with the surgeon after he was done he said the whole thing went “very, very well.” Bone density was good and vitals were strong throughout. They were able to use the epidural and sedation instead of general anesthesia so his recovery will be faster and easier and there was minimal blood loss. He said he put in the “Lamborgini” knees instead of the Zimmer. I don’t know of Lamborgini is the brand or a metaphor but he said that since G is planning on going back to work and is active (or wants to be active) he went with the more robust athletic option.
It felt like he gave me back my husband in some ways. Not only did G make it through the surgery (one always worries) but he had set him up to be “active.” For me. Visions of hiking the hills of Ireland and Sweden and streets of Florence flashed through my mind.
Recovery took longer than I wanted it to. Almost as long as the surgery itself. I got the waiting room staff to call up a couple of times but eventually you just have to resign yourself to the fact that you’re going to wait. So I found a comfy chair and prepared to nap a little. Then I was paged – he was ready and being moved up to his room.
He looked great. Coherent and painfree. At some point the PT person came in to sit him up on the edge of the bed, but he started shivering. Apparently it’s a side-effect of the self-transfusion. (They recycle the blood that drains from the wounds; filter it and put it back in for the first day.) Nothing life-threatening but a little concerning to watch. They treat it with a dose of demerol added to the fluid IV.
I stayed around until around 7pm and then went home. DS2 and I made brownies (me: “What do we have to eat that’s delicious and bad for us?” him: “We have squares of bakers’ chocolate.”) and watched Harry Potter #4 (we’re watching them in reverse order. His idea.)
I went to bed and he stayed up to watch Craig Ferguson in Paris (plus – isn’t it Shark Week?)
In other news, the buyer accepted our counteroffer and our realtor came to the hospital today to have G sign some papers that allow the title company and finance companies to get ready for a closing. Closing will be on or before Sept 26 – our realtor is going to urge for sooner rather than later. I can’t even believe it yet. I can’t even let myself think about being able to quit the corporate job. Although I did spend some of my waiting time looking at the non-profit and church job boards. (nothing there for me yesterday. I’ll try again today.)
AND in even more amazing and wonderful news – my friend Sr.K and her darling DH welcomed Gordito into the world this morning at 3:53am!
Waves of blessings people. Hope you can feel some splashing too.