A week ago tonight, I had just arrived in ICU from the OR, after having a quadruple bypass. I was not aware of anything or anyone at this time. Apparently hubby stopped in to say hi after talking to the surgeon, but I don't remember any of it. I do remember the surgeon stopping by at some time, still in his scrubs with his face mask on. I'm not sure if he had just finished with me or if he had stopped by after another surgery. All I know is that he is one busy man and for a busy surgeon has a fantastic bedside manner.
I didn't stay in ICU long. Tuesday morning I was moved to the floor and that's where the real journey of healing began.
I'm doing better. I can get up by myself from a lying position but still have a little trouble getting down. It's kind of like a graceful cow. LOL I'm getting better though and am hoping that by the weekend I can be more independent.
Working on cotton hand crocheted dish cloths that were ordered before my surgery. I thought that I'd be bored in the hospital, but that certainly wasn't the case. So if you ordered dish cloths be assured I'm working my way through the list.