After seven nights in the hospital, we’re finally at home and so glad to be here! When we drove into the neighborhood everything looked a little different – a little greener, a little taller, and little lusher. I know it’s rained over the past few days since we’ve been gone, but I didn’t expect the grass and bushes and trees to grow more!
Even our house smelled different, and not just because we left in such a rush that the trash needed to be taken out! John and I both said, “This smells like a new house!”
It’s amazing at how different things seem after seven days of being gone, and not gone to a better place, but gone to a room that’s the size of some people’s bathroom! I can actually walk more than a few feet at a time now and stretch my legs tonight and take a bath!
It is so good to be home!
We have come home with some adjustments which were expected until John gets his new heart. John came home with an IV medication that will help his heart pump a little harder each time. The IV is in the top of his right arm. We have to change the medication every two days, and someone from the home health care agency will come once a week to change the bandages, etc. The medicine and adaptor are in a fanny-pack type bag that John will wear around his waist. He already seems pretty well adjusted to it. After being hooked up to IV medications on a pole that you have to roll around with you, this is a treat for him! The only major inconvenience will hopefully just be wrapping it with saran wrap before taking a shower.
I am very proud of John. I know how hard it is for people, and especially men, to surrender to things that might make them feel “weak” or “incompetent“. But not John. He’s just so happy that he feels better and is doing better that he’s not embarrassed at all. Tonight we went to dinner, John’s choice of course, Steak Street, to celebrate coming home from the hospital, and he was fine with his new device.
John plans to go back to work on Monday. This continues to amaze the doctors and even the surgeons we met today. Dr. Rogers told John that most people would be on disability by now.
I love bragging on my husband because I am so proud of him! He has been so strong and courageous throughout this entire week for me and for all the procedures and tests he’s had to endure. John is a hero! I’m so glad he’s mine!