Yesterday I got up fairly early, wet my hair so it would look ok, and then got up to sit in the chair. My back was starting to really bug me from sitting and laying down so long. The NA was great and brought me warm bath wipes, and I got clean again.
My breakfast came, and the medical team did rounds just before 9. They told me I could go home later that day, but I needed to do an IV of magnesium and one of blood (as I was anemic). They went over med changes, and said it would most likely be around 3pm that I could leave. Peter and I were both delighted at the news. After the doctors left, I got on my weekly therapy via video - As a therapist, obviously I believe in going to therapy myself, and its been helpful to process things with more of a "neutral party" through this journey. We got about half an hour into the session, and then my nurse for the day and the trainee nurse with them came in to give me meds. Seeing as there was a trainee, which would require my attention, we cut our session a little short. It was a good thing, as it took 30 minutes between the beginning and getting all my meds/the IV started.
I decided to go for a walk on the unit, and did a half mile, figuring that since I was feeling better, I needed to try to get into my normal routine as much as possible. Then I came back and sat in the chair and read. Peter arrived around 2pm when the blood was done running, and then it was time to wait. He had brought me clean clothes, and I changed into them. Then we waited for the discharge paperwork. It took a little over an hour, but we were free to go. And they even let me walk out on my own, although the nurse had to go with us to make sure I didn't fall.
We got in the car around 4, and then went home. It was a lazy night at home, and Stella jumped up to cuddle with me on the couch, which she doesn't often do, so I could tell she missed me. After watching another episode of Great British Baking Show, Peter and I headed to bed early. I think we were both drained from the day.
Today, I got up around 9, leisurely had breakfast and did my weight/blood pressure. They gave me so much fluid while inpatient I'm up about 10 lbs, so they restarted my diuretic which is good. I then went to work, and other than a break for lunch worked 11 to 5:25 without a problem. I had an unexpected therapy session when I called my Monday patient, who I wasn't able to see, and they were free to meet right then. I also talked with a colleague who recently saw one of my old long-term patients last week, and we decided to leave it up the them. I called that patient who decided to come back to me, which is exciting. So now I have 4 patients I'll be seeing regularly, and 1 who is already back at college. I can probably see another few starting soon, so I'm slowly getting back to it.
We had a good ATLAS staff meeting, and it was exciting to have my intern for the fall (who also was with me all last year) join the meeting. Things are slowly getting more back towards "normal", and things are figuring themselves out as we go.
We didn't have much in the fridge so ordered takeout, and Peter was pretty horrified at how many people were eating in the restaurant - we will cross that place off our list. I got in a large Instacart order for Peter to pick up tomorrow, so then we can get back to cooking. Tonight has been quiet and I'll probably go to bed early. I'm just really grateful to be home. I'm also pleased that my gains from prior to this stint in the hospital seem to have come back already.
Glad you are back home and feeling well!
ReplyDeleteLove to you both. xoxo Aunt Elaine