Out of Recovery
Jim’s headed home now and I’m here with Ana again. She got back to her room at about 5:30 and is now asleep. She’s in a lot of pain and really hasn’t moved much at all. They are going to start forcing her to move around a little since it’s not good for her to lie in one position for so long. I’m completely dreading that.
The recovery room nurse gave Ana a device to help expand her lungs while she’s bed ridden and not moving around. She basically just sucks it like a straw and tries to pull as much air into her lungs as possible. She is supposed to do it ten times an hour. It kind of looks like a bong (hey, I was young once). I’m sure it will be painful because her abdomen is very sore from the biopsy. Ugh.
So the next 24 hours will be very rough (understatement). She may not be feeling much better until Thursday or Friday. The central line is really bothering her. The nurse said she would get used to it and they can even start using it immediately once the surgeon okays it. Nurses say a lot of things. At this point, Ana hates them all. I feel grateful for the nurses though and I’ve told Ana (gently) that they’re doing their job and helping her get better.