I've felt less drugged as time goes on. I did five laps total around the nurse's station yesterday. I did get into trouble with pain at midnight. That was not fun. But I'm getting something every three hours, favoring the toradol and gabapentin when I can have it. They don't send you home with toradol, though, they send you home with narcs and benzos. Not that the oxycontin hasn't been helpful, it has. And I have taken oxy IRs. I just get annoyed with the sleeping. I want to be awake.
Chest Xray time, gotta go.
The PA (who has been on the job three days) wants to pull it. My nurse, who's been working with pectus patients on this floor for years, is telling me that isn't the routine, that I've put out too much fluid. I think what I'll do is wait for the surgeon. Yes, I wanna be discharged today, but not if my lung is going to collapse. That would be inconvenient.
It's hard to tell typically through the pain I'm having, but this morning I was really comfortable and I noticed how easy it was to breathe. Was awfully nice.
I've been eating a few bites of meals. My appetite has come back this morning, though. Ready for coffee and something to eat.
They put two bars in, don't think I said that. They had to do a stab stitch in the front because of the twist. I think my chest looks sorta normal. I mean, I'm swollen everywhere so it's not easy to tell, but it's strange that the divot is gone and the rib flare is so much better. I think this is gonna be a good thing. Can't wait to see the echo pre and post.
I'm tired now...things like getting a CXR wipe me out. Gonna rest.