Getting Better

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"The trouble with getting better", said BD, "Is that time doesn't pass as quickly. It gets boring."

True. There's so many things you can't do after you've been taken apart, had spare parts put in, been re-plumbed, and stitched back together. Can't even lift your cat because you are limited to weights of less than 2kg and your cat is a 4kg chonk.

On Monday the surgical big cheese gave approval for a Tuesday discharge on the proviso of walking six laps of the ward in the course of the day, and no untoward misbehaviour of the cardiac variety.  Motivation for walks went up 100% and a seemingly endless parade of people marched through the door, providing education on the myriad of things that needed to be monitored and managed and remembered to ensure the best recovery. 

Outside was cold and wet: rain dribbled down the windows. 

Cats, proxy or not, like to sit on window sills to watch the weather.


A young Welsh nurse with a rich accent and intricate, delicate tattoos popped in regularly to dispense medication, take obs, and remove various bits a pieces that were stuck on or in the BD. We yawned in the corner, having gotten up way to early in order to be there for big cheese' visit. BD napped, watched TV, and ordered enormous morning and afternoon teas, which she shared with us.

Don't think you're leaving me behind...

Tuesday rolled around and home we went, via a compulsory cat catch-up.

The real thing.


The dogs were in raptures to see us as we'd been absent from dawn to dusk every day for the last week. BD settled into the couch, declaring it quite a lot more comfortable than what was offered in hospital, and had a nap. 



We sat down and started thinking about what we could do next, now that we were out of the limbo of waiting for surgery, and (touch wood) recovery looked like it would be gratifyingly uneventful. Then we started planning her walking program which was meant to increase to 30min/day over the next two weeks.  We are a mere 15 min walk from the main street of Highett with its plethora of coffee shops available for product testing, so the motivation for walks remains high.  Motivation for organising pills was less high but alas this chore had to be done anyway.



Breakfast anyone?

It's nice to be home.

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