I was discharged from the hospital yesterday at lunch time. Since I’ve been responding very well to the cortisone treatment, they felt I could continue with tablets now from home. Anders picked me up at lunchtime and we went to Espresso House so I could get a toastie before we headed home. They sent me with a medicine list, info on the colonoscopy, a different easier laxative for the colonoscopy prep, and assurances about my sick leave and the followup in 2 weeks. All of the doctors and nurses I had dealings with were awesome, though my first doctor was so young I couldn’t help thinking about Doogie Howser, haha. I don’t think he could have been much older than Martin, honestly. đŸ˜€
You’re so used to doctors all being OLDER than you, that it’s hard to remember that when you’re older yourself, they’ve all retired and now all the doctors are younger! I mean, I AM 60, after all, so it’s only to be expected, but it did require a little resetting of my brain expectations.
Yesterday, and this whole week, the weather is lovely. Warm, sunny, a bit humid. I sat out on the porch for awhile, while Anders was trimming the hedges. I did pull up all the tall grass around the rosebush under the trellis which was suffocating it. And I was really restless, so couldn’t settle easily, doing little things here and there, amidst answering messages, and whatnot. We ordered sushi for dinner and Anders kindly went and fetched it. It was my last “regular” food as I’m on a “white” diet now until tomorrow when I start the colonscopy prep (clear liquid, then fasting).
It was SO nice to be home again. In our own bed, in my own shower, surrounded by our beautiful house. Even though it was great to have a private room at the hospital and my own in-room toilet/shower, there is nothing that beats being home after you’ve been sick. I’m not “reset” digestively speaking, but the signs of improvement are definite.
Tonight I’m having rice and an artichoke for dinner. Camilla might come for lunch tomorrow, and I’ll serve a chicken pasta dish with feta (tomatoes and pesto for her), if she comes. Anders is in Tingsryd this week (and next week). He’s not sure if he’ll be home Wednesday night or Thursday, and we are hosting midsummer here on Friday with Mats and Annelotte, Maria and Mikael, and Camilla coming. The house is in decent shape, so it’s only some minor cleaning and grocery shopping that will be needed, and Anders will take care of the food. I’m looking forward to it, since I’ve had to cancel so many of my social plans over the last few weeks.
Not worrying about work, though I did sneak-work slightly on Saturday just to save my team from a couple of jobs that I could easily do and I was so bored at the hospital. Even though I had visitors every day, and full-on messages and conversations with everyone and sundry, it’s long days when you’re basicaly confined to one room. I was alternating reading, games, and working on crosswork puzzles, but couldn’t even settle to stream/watch anything. Napping, too, of course.
Today, I was up early in the bathroom several times. Once things settled down, I went to the pharmacy and the grocery store, and even stopped at the plantshop to pick up a couple of replacement flowers for the outside pots. I ate lunch and dealt with a few things, now I’m writing this, listening to Discover Weekly on Spotify and taking it easy the rest of the day. Will go sit on the porch in the sun for a bit and water the garden this evening. Very glad that things are looking up (even though I am NOT looking forward to the prep and procedure tomorrow and Wednesday, but that will soon be over, too).
Whew.
Mood: recovering
Music: 76th Street—C’mon Man!