Oh my goodness, the suite that my friends got us for the night before the surgery was amazing. The linen upgrade was manifested in the down comforter and plush towels. We had floor to ceiling windows on the east and north sides of our room, yielding lovely views of downtown Iowa City and the sunrise. The decor was ultra hip and comfortable. I wish we could have spent more time there, and under different circumstances. Our thought is to go back in August, just for kicks.
I was discharged from the hospital this morning before 10 o'clock, if you can believe it. I was ready, though. It is impossible to sleep in a hospital because someone is taking your blood pressure or some such chore every few hours. I only got one 3-hour stretch of sleep and several 30-minute naps. Yuck. I was glad to leave and get home to my ladies.
The car ride home was wonderful. I rode with my aunt in an '89 Mercedes Benz, which was quite the smooth ride. I ate a milkshake to soothe my throat. (The breathing tube I had during the surgery made my throat quite raw, but it is managed with applesauce, milkshakes, and ice chips.)
My wound is doing great, although I can't look at it yet. I very nearly passed out when I was trying to help my mom change the gauze. I think I'll just lay down and let her handle that by herself next time. The two drainage tubes don't really bother me in any way.
I'm just taking Tylenol 3 to ease the pain. The wound itself doesn't really hurt; it's the muscles in my chest and armpit that are causing so much discomfort. But again, it's not so bad. Everyone's love helps it feel better.
Time for a good night's sleep. Thanks for checking up on me.