Thursday, November 10, 2016

Rising From The Ashes of Loss, My Voyage Through Grief: excerpt # 14

Back in Louise's room after the surgery...
... The hours and days somehow passed by quickly as the routine tests and exams were continually performed.  From time to time an important looking doctor with pen in hand and carrying a bunch of medical files would come for a visit to monitor Louise's progress.  The usual feelings of insecurity and anxiety were at the party, but the professional and patient attitude of the nursing staff helped us somehow to cope better with these difficult circumstances.  Aside from a few bumps and scary moments, the events were unfolding as they should and Louise was making the expected hoped-for progress,
Her targeted release date from the hospital was rapidly approaching and we could not wait to get out of that place.  But, there were a few hurdles to jump before we got there as we would soon learn.  For instance, the importance of not removing her bladder shunt too soon, otherwise it would have to be reinserted a second time as it was a painful procedure when done after the surgery.  The other source of concern was the evacuation of gases and fecal matter.  This was a 'biggy' for Louise as she always had been chronically constipated.  The farting part was not a problem for her, or so she thought, and she was surprised to learn that the massive amount of medication ingested had blocked her pipes and had rendered her kind of 'silent' and 'tight ass' so to speak.  "Never mind the hard stuff" she said to me, "that will come later.  For now, let's get some wind going".
The solution to counter this problem according to the nurses was to walk endlessly in order to stimulate the peristaltic movement and get the bowels moving again.  So, enriched with that knowledge, Louise, looking a little funny dressed in the traditional hospital gown and hooked up to her mobile serum stand, proceeded to endlessly haunt the hospital corridors in the hopes that the gas factory would soon open its doors again.  As for me, like a faithful puppy, I accompanied her around and around the eight floor of the hospital's convoluted passageways, smiling and discretely waving here and there at the oncoming walking patients, wondering in amusement if they needed to fart too.  While Louise was in a continuous struggle to keep her naked derriere from showing through the rear opening of her hospital gown, I, on the other hand, was on constant alert for any possible sound, and as disheartening as it may have been, nothing was happening and we bravely kept up the scenario...


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