The Toronto ordeal is over. I’m home, kind of settled in and a mess of tubes and pumps.
I’ve come to conclude that surgeries are pretty much a snap for me. Infections are my Kryptonite.
I’m starting to get around a bit more every day. I’m slow – 12 blocks took me an hour yesterday – but it is so fantastic to get out and not be bound to a hospital. Who knew air-conditioning wasn’t natural?
Now I’m supported by a great home care team. They make sure the screw-ups are fixed and the patient washes his hands before he touches anything important to continued existence. From a patient point of view, the system is great. It just needs to be available to more British Columbians.
So, where to from here?
The anti-biotic drip goes on to November 4th. So I’m stuck with the tube in my arm for a while longer. And the feeding will last until I can swallow again, which I hope is a matter of days or weeks. But my docs say be prepared for months or even forever, which chills me to the bones.
That means a fall with some serious restrictions that I hope will diminish quickly.
But that might benefit the blog. Who knows?
At the least, expect posts to resume tout de suite. I have been working on stuff – check the attached scan. It’s not a if Christy Clark, Suzanne Anton, the federal scene and the world in general have ceased to provide material. God forbid stupidity ending.
And thanks everybody for their messages of support this summer. They were a real help getting through each and every day of this ordeal.