Today’s main concern is pain management. He’s been doing alright, all things considered - mostly lucid and the epidural seems to be doing its job relatively effectively. His skin graft donor site is leaking through the bandage a little but mostly we’ve been laughing at how absurd it is that the plastic surgery folks seem convinced that would be more painful to him than having his calf muscle sliced up.
I’m starting to get kind of angry with the staff in the recovery unit, which isn’t exactly fair. That Guy has been there since 3 pm and they still haven’t moved him to the floor he’ll stay at for the next week. It’s pediatrics. I hope they call soon, I’m exhausted and would feel like the world’s biggest jackass if we woke up little kids.
Heartwarming moment for the day:
After That Guy got his epidural installed, we got let back in before his surgery. We palled around a little bit and then he reached for my hand. The beeping of his heart rate monitor slowed down noticeably when I took his hand. It made me happy.