Another up and down day. I got to the hospital just in time to see TLL puke up her french toast and, apparently, some of yesterday's rice noodle salad from the Mekong. This breaks a streak all of 9 days long. TLL took this rather hard, as it in all probability means her pain pills (Lortab) are making her sick. We don't want that to happen, because the alternative (Darvocet) doesn't actually do much for pain. Darvocet is sort of the O'Doul's of painkillers.
She did all she needed to at the hospital -- peed, walked with the forearm crutches, did some stairs -- but we waited around until 4 p.m. trying to determine if the Lortab would maker her sick again. So far it hasn't.
She got home in time to see the kids eating their curry, always a vivid, yellow experience, then went up the bed. Between the pain, having to lie in one position, and the rather awkward arrangement we had to make to get her feet elevated, she's really, really uncomfortable tonight. Also, someone
I have good company in the dog house. The good name of the medical establishment is really being dragged through the mud right now.
TLL got some nice schwag today, too. Designer cookies, a gardenia, another plant the name of which escapes me. Thanks for the good wishes, telephone calls, gifts, and so on. It's appreciated. We're working hard to remember (and believe) this is going to get better. Wheee!
