First, many, many thanks to our friends (virtual and otherwise) who sent good wishes to Odel, and good advice. He is by nature positive and optimistic, but I know it adds to his feeling of well-being to read the comments and emails you have written.
And hello to new readers who have joined us in the last week or two. Who knows what you found appealing in these detailed descriptions of Odel’s most recent health adventure (!), but your comments and advice are welcome. Many readers seem to appreciate the details of the surgery and recovery, particularly the unusual constraints caused by our tiny abode. If Odel’s experience can be helpful to those RV’ers (or others) facing similar surgery, good!
I wasn’t sure where I would ultimately draw the line between sufficient detail and Too Much Information. I’m still not sure I have found that spot, but I had it in mind when Anna, the home health nurse, visited this morning.
High on Odel’s list of questions was (paraphrasing now!) “How can I get my guts moving again?” The triple whammy of iron supplements, anesthesia, and pain medication had been touched on by various health care professionals (and mentioned by many readers), but none had prepared Odel for total absence of normal intestinal function. Since he didn’t have much appetite last night, it was my opinion that the major post-dinner puking incident I mentioned yesterday was simply his body’s indelicate way of saying “Hey, no more room in here” – and Anna agreed.
SHE, on the other hand, knew just what to expect and came armed with a special one page handout on the 5 steps to take to Get Things Moving. The first step is what I nicknamed the Senior Cocktail: one ounce each of prune juice, apricot nectar, water and Karo syrup! (When I asked Anna about the Karo, she said that a blast of sugar will sometimes get things moving.)
As soon as Anna left, I zipped over to the supermarket to pick up the ingredients (along with a box of bran cereal as a breakfast treat). When the cocktail produced rumbling noises, I suggested Odel massage his inflated belly to help move things along. He did, then smacked his hand against the very firm abdominal bulge and pronounced it “my six-pack.” He, he, he! Guess that’s ONE way to get rock-hard abs!