We went to visit this morning hoping that either the stents had been removed, or that he was off having them removed.
Wrong on both counts. He had been told (early) that the stents were coming out this morning, but had heard nothing further. I had some errands to run for him so we left.
And guess what we found when we returned? Nothing had changed. He still had the stents. He had spoken to his nurse about it, and she said she 'knew nothing' but would follow it up and get back to him. Deathly silence ensued.
So I went to the Nurses Station and spoke to the sister in charge. Just for a change - she knew nothing and his nurse had just gone off on a break. She went through his notes and saw that yesterday his stents were marked to come out. There were no further notifications and nothing had happened. 'I will have to page his doctor.' 'Please do.' Are you seeing a pattern here? She promised to get back to me, and I rejoined the smaller portion and his sister.
He has been walking today. Yay. His bed is by the window. Yay. He feels very, very uncomfortable and cannot sleep. Quelle surprise.
We waited. He had been told he could have clear fluids - but had been given nothing but ice. We topped up his ice supply.
And then a junior doctor from his medical team appeared. Yay. And for the first time we got a sensible explanation about why the stents were still in place. Those of you with delicate stomachs should skip the next paragraph.
The stents are attached to a catheter. If the stents are removed, so must the catheter and he will be swollen and sore so the catheter could not be re-inserted without causing considerable discomfort. He is not walking easily or well at the moment, so having the catheter in place is both more comfortable and convenient for him.
The medical team will review the need for the stents (and catheter) on a day to day basis. He is improving so rapidly that they think it will be one or two more days at most. After a little prodding from me (which caused the smaller portion to squirm) he apologised for the poor communication and promised better in the future. (I will hold them to that.)
I was on a roll then and asked why if the smaller portion had been told he could have clear fluids he had only been given ice. More apologies and a promise to ensure that it was rectified by dinner. More squirming from the smaller portion.
The medical team are very, very pleased with his progress after such a major operation. Yay. And off he trotted.
And then the nurse re-appeared from her break and told him that she had been unable to find out why the stents were still in place. How hard had she tried I wondered - but didn't say. She too promised to ensure that he got a range of clear fluids - soup, jelly, juice.
We went down to the cafeteria and brought him back green tea - which hit the spot. And we left, happier than I have been. He is in considerable discomfort, but is improving. Hopefully he will become more stable on his feet and then the catheter and the stents can be removed. And, while the smaller portion did not like me prodding the doctor, it achieved results and I feel no guilt.
Thank you all for your support - and a big thank you to those who visited Mistress Snark's parlour. I had such a good time.
On the silliness front? Today I saw off one of our neighbour's cats with a pump-action water pistol The cat views our bird feeder as its personal smorgasbord. I scored several direct hits and it scarpered home looking like a porcupine. I smiled broadly.
Wine o'clock calls...
Wrong on both counts. He had been told (early) that the stents were coming out this morning, but had heard nothing further. I had some errands to run for him so we left.
And guess what we found when we returned? Nothing had changed. He still had the stents. He had spoken to his nurse about it, and she said she 'knew nothing' but would follow it up and get back to him. Deathly silence ensued.
So I went to the Nurses Station and spoke to the sister in charge. Just for a change - she knew nothing and his nurse had just gone off on a break. She went through his notes and saw that yesterday his stents were marked to come out. There were no further notifications and nothing had happened. 'I will have to page his doctor.' 'Please do.' Are you seeing a pattern here? She promised to get back to me, and I rejoined the smaller portion and his sister.
He has been walking today. Yay. His bed is by the window. Yay. He feels very, very uncomfortable and cannot sleep. Quelle surprise.
We waited. He had been told he could have clear fluids - but had been given nothing but ice. We topped up his ice supply.
And then a junior doctor from his medical team appeared. Yay. And for the first time we got a sensible explanation about why the stents were still in place. Those of you with delicate stomachs should skip the next paragraph.
The stents are attached to a catheter. If the stents are removed, so must the catheter and he will be swollen and sore so the catheter could not be re-inserted without causing considerable discomfort. He is not walking easily or well at the moment, so having the catheter in place is both more comfortable and convenient for him.
The medical team will review the need for the stents (and catheter) on a day to day basis. He is improving so rapidly that they think it will be one or two more days at most. After a little prodding from me (which caused the smaller portion to squirm) he apologised for the poor communication and promised better in the future. (I will hold them to that.)
I was on a roll then and asked why if the smaller portion had been told he could have clear fluids he had only been given ice. More apologies and a promise to ensure that it was rectified by dinner. More squirming from the smaller portion.
The medical team are very, very pleased with his progress after such a major operation. Yay. And off he trotted.
And then the nurse re-appeared from her break and told him that she had been unable to find out why the stents were still in place. How hard had she tried I wondered - but didn't say. She too promised to ensure that he got a range of clear fluids - soup, jelly, juice.
We went down to the cafeteria and brought him back green tea - which hit the spot. And we left, happier than I have been. He is in considerable discomfort, but is improving. Hopefully he will become more stable on his feet and then the catheter and the stents can be removed. And, while the smaller portion did not like me prodding the doctor, it achieved results and I feel no guilt.
Thank you all for your support - and a big thank you to those who visited Mistress Snark's parlour. I had such a good time.
On the silliness front? Today I saw off one of our neighbour's cats with a pump-action water pistol The cat views our bird feeder as its personal smorgasbord. I scored several direct hits and it scarpered home looking like a porcupine. I smiled broadly.
Wine o'clock calls...
