Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Just call me Flo

Surgery on Monday went well, and Hubby Dumpty has been put back together again - his fibula has been set, and he has a screw holding the bones in his ankle together; his leg is in a soft cast from the knee down (it's driving him nuts, which makes me think that the hard cast he'll get in 2 weeks will REALLY drive him batty!). He is not really in pain, but he's uncomfortable, and it's hard for him to get around with the crutches. Yesterday he had a bad reaction to the new pain medication they put him on post-surgery, so we had to switch back to the pain pills he was taking for the week before surgery. Today is better.

My role as nurse seems to be going OK - I'm still managing a Florence Nightingale attitude, and haven't become Nurse Ratched. However, I think nursing as a profession is out for me. I just don't have the patients.

4 comments:

katielady said...

Patients? Or Patience? Or both? :)

Kudos to you, girl, and glad to hear hubby is doing ok. Never easy to have a Good Man down for a few days.

Navy Son said...

Glad to hear Dad is doing well.... and as far as nursing goes, it ain't that bad

samantha Jo Campen said...

So glad everything went well. Husbands as patients are the worst. Bryan broke his hand almost two years ago and I thought I was going to die. I really don't know if I could handle someone getting a terminal illnesss. It's something I just don't think I'm wired for.

Anyway, I've been in your shoes before and hope all goes well. Soooo glad he's okay, and I hope his BP gets under control too!

katielady said...

I miss you! When are you going to blog again?