Remember my theme this hospitalization? The word starts with a “W” – yeah, that one – waiting.
Did lots more of that over the weekend and today as well. I kept hoping that one of the doctors – Zelko, Swanstrom, Halpin – would stop by and say, “Okay – this is what we’re going to do. Such and such will happen at such and such a time, and then we’ll send you home by X date.”
And come to find out – my day was grossly consumed by other events – nonrelated to my stay in the hospital this time and the saga of as the stomach turns.
About an hour or so ago dear, sweet, fabulous, and all around wonderful Dr. Zelko came by to chat. He sat in the chair, we talked about how pleased he was with my nutritional status already making good strides toward healthy, and the fact that an additional procedure at this particular juncture probably wouldn’t be prudent – as it would extend up into to the esophagus, and those are notoriously painful and problematic. He said it didn’t mean they wouldn’t try the plasma thing at some future point in time – but just not now.
He said he thought we oughtta get me home.
We talked about the nuances of timing. Six weeks of NPO – I can do it! The stent that is in place will have to come back out – about the same time. Typically, fistulas that are gonna heal are gonna heal in about that six week time frame. We are optimistic that this is the right course of action and healing could well be just weeks down the way.
Good news as well: my upper left quadrant pain/tenderness has essentially gone away since my oral intake stopped. Go figure. LOL.
So, since it’s the end of business here at good old Good Sam, all of the paperwork will kick into high gear in the morning. It will take some figuring and maneuvering to get the whole TPN at home thing figured out and set up – that will be the most complex part of getting me home. So I’m hoping home tomorrow, the next day at the latest.