You can thank my friend, Wendy, for this late night attempt at checking in. while I've hadd access for days, i did not have the computer skills to put it to use. i could torture you all wading through those issues but since my access time for any form of blogging is limited, I beter save that for another day if I'm going to get anything posted about my condition.
My surgery turned out to be a nghtmare for my surgeon and team with the extensive amount of ahesions found. Nothing routine or boring in a procedure that gets the heartrate of the senior surgeon up and his fear kicked into action. With desciptions of "drying bowels" and "frantically searching," the realization of what my poor body had survived caused flashbacks of recent TV episodes to provide me with a picture I would probably have been better without.
Regardles of gruesomeness of the content of such visions, I now understand what kind of recovery this would be. The extent of the adhenions suggests I am vulnerable to such occurences and maybe even to the degree I feel pain.
A very scary thought for me.
Currently things seem to be stabalizing. My pain is resisting management but I think we have it finally figured out. Maybe I should say they appear to be turning around.
Horses still give me something to move beyond the pain. Internet access has been a welcome way to visit with my herd and away from the confines of this place. It may not be real time and I may not have access to other blogs but it is an important contact nonetheless to fight the loneliness that comes with such a stay. Each comment a gift from a friend to get me though this mess.
Hug all your ponies and kiss your dogs and cats for me. I miss hearing of them all, as I miss my visits with you. Despite another hard road, things are on the mend. I may be a "tough old bird" but it's getting me through. I can't help but have visions of cartoons flashing as I walk the halls. Maybe someday I'll share that dark humor with you.