This past week I was able to sit up at my usual desk for most of each day. In general, I’ve been getting better. I still get up two or three times in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, but the trend has been for me to be able to get more hours of sleep at a time.
When I left the hospital, they removed the staples from my incisions. Some of them had already become partially embedded in the week they had been in place, which made removal a less than comfortable experience. But it did illustrate the difference between the rate of healing I had without being on steroids this time, and the two and a half week period I had staples in after the first surgery, when I was on high doses of steroids. This time after taking the staples out, they put a whole series of strips of tape across the incisions, with the instructions being to let them fall off on their own. The last couple of pieces of tape finally came off last night. I had toyed with the idea of answering the door on Halloween with my incisions exposed to view, but that I think would have been over the line for scariness.
Diane is headed off later in the week for the California Hawking Club’s meeting in Bakersfield. I’m trying to figure out whether I’m up to being in a vehicle for the five hour drive down there.