A Good Doctor's Visit!

I was so humbled by all of you who visited last night and left such sweet comments!!!! Thank you for your prayers.

I did make it to the surgeon's office for the check up. The incision is kind of infected and red, so he put me on antibiotics for that. My sister and I told him about the discharge-puking-scenario, and he just couldn't believe it and told me to write the administrator of the hospital and tell them. From his reaction and how he talked to his nurse there, it seems that this is not the first time stuff has happened with his patients. Then, when he saw the dressing around the drain tubes, he asked if I had changed that. I said no!!! I told him that the nurse had very emphatically told me and my sister to NEVER touch that bandage or the tape there. Again, he sighed, and said it would be growing green hair before long if it had not been changed. He was so gentle as he sat on the exam table with me and cut it all away, cleaned it, and rebandaged it all up.

Then, he asked about my shoulder. I thought he meant the part of me that is connected to my upper arm, and I told him that didn't go up and down too well. He shook his head as if he were not concerned about that, and he poked me in the shoulder blade in the back and said, "How about this? Can you move that? Does it hurt or anything???" I began rotating it and moving it up and down and said that it didn't hurt at all. He turned and smiled at my sister and did a big thumbs up and said, "GREAT!" So maybe the arm/shoulder thing won't be as big of a problem as he thought it might be.

I'm glad I got to see him yesterday, as I feel better about the infection being treated, etc. I just pray it goes away and doesn't cause problems.

This was the first time Buster has ever been left alone in the house. I expected to come home to broken windows, ripped up carpet, etc., etc. But it had to come sometime that he would have to be here by himself. I was shocked to walk into the house and find him being such a good little boy, feeling all sorry for himself. So another hurdle is crossed. He's gotten so many "good boy bones" lately that he thinks he's just died and gone to doggie heaven! Anything to keep him quiet and off of me right now!

Here's to hoping today will be better than yesterday!