I was regularly visited by various doctors and nurses. They took excellent care of me. And they monitored me very closely to make sure I was improving.
After two to three days, I was moved to a regular room. Yea. That meant I was doing much better and didn’t have to be monitored as closely. I still had the feeding tube and the catheter though. I was not allowed to move around for a couple of more days.
My good luck continued as I was able to secure a heavily-discounted private room. That was great. My family appreciated the snacks that were always available. I could only look at them and smile. But I very much cherished the extra privacy and nursing care that this gave me. Thanks CB for help with the discount.
When my gown was changed, I noticed these drainage bags in the left and right side of my abdomen. Hmm, I didn’t expect that. But again, I was so happy to be alive and getting better that I didn’t care.
Here’s an anecdote that I hope you do find funny. Every morning, Dr. Coppa and his team would visit me. Once in a while they were together, and often they were apart. Dr. Coppa is an early riser and makes his rounds while it’s still dark out. One day, when his team visited separately from him, I said to the team: How come he always beats you? Shouldn’t you be ahead of the boss? They got all flustered by that. So the next day, they were there at 5:00 AM. They proudly asked: We beat him today, didn’t we? I laughed and replied: Nope, Dr. Coppa was here at 4:30 AM. I’m sure he teased them about that.