Nope, Not Home Yet

I now know what a surgery waiting room looks like.

Hubby and I were told that he might possibly go home Tuesday. But yet, here it is, Tuesday night, and hubby is in the same room, the same bed, but sporting a nicely gauze-wrapped arm. He's still dopey from the anesthesia (and I am too darn tired to see if that is spelled right).

He went in at 8:30 p.m. and I just now got home - it's nearly midnight.

The orthopedic surgeon had to go in and drain the abscess in hubby's arm. The infection just wans't getting any better in that particular spot and when they went in, they saw why. I don't quite understand it all, but it looks like the infection had actually built a "wall" in his arm. Blood vessels had started to wrap around it (apparently the body's attempt to heal itself). Thus, when they opened him up, he lost quite a bit of blood - 400 cc's (whatever that means). The incision was about four inches long, and hubby's arm is now packed with antibiotic gauze. He's going to be in some severe pain when he wakes up in the morning. I left him in his morphine-induced state. He was slowly coming out of it, but he was about ready to fall asleep when I finally took our daughter and made the now-familiar journey out of the hospital.

The doc has to go in and look at the arm again on Thursday morning to see how things look. That means another surgery.

I do not want to see this hospital bill.

This whole thing is just crazy. I never thought he'd be in there this long. I never thought I would become familiar with his different nurses. I never thought I would start to recognize the volunteers who work at the front desk. I also never thought I would eat such bad hospital food.

I have three days off this week, plus the weekend. That's five days. Those days will probably consist of hospital visits and writing. And I'm going to sneak in some good sleep time, too. I need it after what we've been through!

Thank you for your continued thoughts and prayers. :-)