It’s been slower going than I expected. I’ve barely left my bed since Thursday morning. The painkillers are keeping it manageable, but I’m woozy and moody. I don’t trust myself to edit photos, let alone drive a car. Solid food is still a far-distant objective (I’ve lost 6 lbs since the surgery).
The surgical objectives were met, but there were some ill-defined heart irregularities mentioned by the nurse, while I was still unconscious in recovery. I hope the surgeon will discuss it with me, tomorrow — the resident who discharged me didn’t have any information to provide and gave an air of being more interested in clearing the only occupied bed on his floor than filling me in on what happened.