She has had trouble swallowing food and drink because of the surgery. Her chest is really bruised up, so I'm going to assume the throat issues are legit. My mother has drama queen tendencies, so sometimes it's hard to tell what's a real problem, and what's trumped up complications.
She has to keep the calcium levels up, so I'm basically throwing Tums at her every five minutes.
Before she was released from the hospital, the nurse was going to change her dressings, but decided against it. I'm not sure why, but this led to the discovery, Wednesday night, of a really, really gross hunk of gauze. Personally, I want nothing to do with stuff like that. I have really low tolerance of stuff like that. Bodily fluids, blood in particular, and other gross things make me feel like I'm gonna boot. And I usually do. This is why I don't have pets. I can't handle the most basic of clean-up issues.
Unfortunately, I figured it had to be changed. She did most of the work because I didn't trust myself to not knock her in a staple and hurt her. But I had to supervise, and helped fix her up with fresh gauze and tape.
Okay, the whole concept of stapling surgical incisions together? GROSS. Nobody should have staples. EVER.
The incision itself wasn't as bad as I expected. I was thinking blood and gore, but it was mostly just a disturbing, but clean, cut. I had to take her to the doctor on Thursday to get the staples out. They had issues with the incision there because nobody told her to stop taking aspirin, which was making her bleed more. Once the bleeding stopped (she said the staple removal didn't actually hurt), they glued her together. Yep, glue. With tape on top. We go back next Thursday to get that stuff removed, I guess.
No word yet on whether or not any cancer was found in the lymph nodes they removed. I suppose, considering the doctor's comments on the tumor having been around for a while, that there's a chance there was more cancer. So once we get word on that, we find out whether or not she just has to take the radioactive iodine one-time pill, or if she has to have any regular radiation or chemo.
My aunt who has a raging case of Alzheimer's, but will tell you on a daily basis that she's agile and perfectly fine because someone told her that Advil cures Alzheimers, is another source of stress. Last night, with all the nasty weather going on across the country, kept obsessing about an impending tornado, though there weren't any storms in her area at the time. She was on the phone, doing this walkthrough of her house, and plotting where she will hide when the tornadoes erupt. I kept trying to get it through to her that I could watch the weather and alert her if and when the weather took a turn for the worse, but she was more concerned with the logistics of bathtubs versus hiding under the bed.
Of course, the weather didn't get nasty there until 3 a.m. or so, and she slept through the line of storms that had a tornadic history, thus negating any of the hiding place debates.
In gardening news, I learned that it is a bad idea to leave your mini-greenhouse trays on a sunny windowsill because what happens is, your seedlings FRY. And stink to high hell. So I had to plant a new batch of seeds to replace the casualties. My tomato plant is getting huge, and my pepper plant is starting to catch up. The strawberry plant is thriving, but staying compact. I had to evict my cucumber seedlings because they got too tall for the mini-greenhouse. They look good. I planted a few zinnia seeds in their place because I don't want to find myself buried in vegetable seedlings. I have a tendency to think too big when it comes to gardens. So hopefully the zinnias will be able to go into the front garden. My oregano is just starting to break the surface in its tray. That's the plant I want to survive most. God, fresh oregano is awesome, isn't it?
Now, all I need is for the weather to cooperate, and the frosts to go away for the year so I can start working on the outdoor garden itself. I'm running out of room for the migrant seedlings.
I haven't gotten a moment's worth of writing or editing done this week. And I really need to get some time alone so I can work on my Drew revisions so I'm primed and ready for upcoming conferences. Maybe next week. *headdesk*