It was eerily quiet last night at the hospital and I didn't get a lot of sleep. I was on the 1st Floor of the hospital (the same as Amy), but she's in a completely different wing, a walk and a couple of lift rides (up and down) away. I showered like a zombie, had vending machine coffee to wake me up and went off to see her in HDU around 7.45 am.
I bumped into one of the HDU nurses in the corridor going home after her night shift. She said Amy had been turned over to lay on her side in the night, which was good, and had had a comfortable night. When I arrived at HDU Amy was asleep but woke up pretty quickly and gave me the biggest smile. She said she was OK but didn't sleep that well.
The HDU staff said they were going to take all her drains, probes, etc. off this morning (which means no more epidural or morphine) and move Amy up to her room on the main ward, which is great news. The staff in HDU are superb, but it's obviously a very clinical and efficient environment and it will be nice when she's back in her own room and we can be more like a family again. Breakfast arrived and Amy had some toast which was good.
I called Tracey and assured her everything was OK. She'd slept really well and was off for physiotherapy herself later (she'd had a couple of operations on her shoulder a few weeks back and was only just beginning to recover properly, herself). She'll be in just after lunch.
Brad Williamson came in to say hello and said Amy was "tough". Then they started removing the various drains, etc. from Amy. She never made a sound, bless her. She was so brave! I saw her back for the first time since the operation and it just looked perfectly straight, no sign of her rib hump, with a thin dressing covering her main operation site. When they had finished she just looked so different without all those wires and tubes all over her. Within a hour she was back in her room, although I sensed she was very tired and not as chipper as the previous afternoon. This is normal at this stage, apparently.
The postman came and delivered a series of "Get Well Soon" cards, which we opened, and her Grandma and Granddad arrived to visit just before lunch. It was obvious within a couple of minutes that Amy's granddad was handling this about as well as I was (i.e. badly, but stiff upper lip and all that) whereas Tracey's mum just took it all in her stride.
Tracey turned up around 2.30 pm (Amy was well pleased) with more presents and card from her friends, and the correct teddy (apparently I'd bought the wrong one).
It was a big day for physiotherapy today. They got Amy stood up twice and made her take a few steps - a big milestone! I know it's all part of the recovery process and for Amy's own good, but I just wish they'd let her sleep for a couple of hours. She'd not eaten much all day and I think the second episode was just too much.
They also started getting worried about a chesty cough Amy seems to have developed, so the focus has been on getting her sat up and doing a series of breathing exercises every 15 minutes. Mr Williamson popped back in and gave Amy (and I suspect the nursing staff) strict instructions to focus on her breathing. She's also on a nebulizer (breathing moisturised O2) from time to time to try and loosen her chest. If you have a dodgy back and develop a chest infection, the need to cough can obviously be quite painful. Now the morphine and epidural have been discontinued Amy's pain is being controlled by drugs administered orally, which I suspect are not quite as effective, plus Amy's no longer got the ability to press a button to get a "hit" of on-demand pain relief.