Back on the Juice

Long night in the hospital. Clem woke me up at 2:30 to help him get to the bathroom and the rest of the night he spent in agony going back and forth attempting to interpret the signals coming from his gut. Things are slowly moving through but he has developed a common issue that the Doctor referred to as an ileus. Basically it means that his intestines are in shock from the trauma and are sluggish. Today he is back on liquids only and is playing the waiting game again.

Fortunately I am not playing the role of the Nazi today. He has this cute little nurse that has cracked the whip on him and given him the schedule. Walk, nap, and drink. When I woke up this morning or should I say mid morning Clem was sitting in a chair and had already walked down the hall by himself and the nurse assistant was making his bed. I think this is the first time anyone has made his bed in the hospital besides me. I could get used to that.

I am hoping that this is the last time that he has to suffer like this. These last two surgeries have been a lot tougher than we both anticipated. Hopefully by tomorrow this phase will have passed and the Doctor will come in and release him. His dressing still has to be changed which should be interesting. There are no stitches just packing in the wound. The Doctor plans to take all that out and then put a small dressing on the site which will heal by itself.

He is quietly napping now after hitting the morphine pump to send him off to la la land. He is so funny when he wakes from the morphine stupor. In the recovery room he told me that he had had brillant thoughts while under the influence of the drugs but when he woke he couldn't seem to remember them. In other words, morphine makes you think you are brilliant. Now that I think about it Clem thinks he is brilliant all the time. hmmmmmm Just one of the reasons why I love him.