It’s been eight days now since my husband left the hospital after having bypass surgery. He’s doing quite well, though he’s still weak from the whole ordeal.
On the day of discharge the surgeon & duty nurse unloaded a boatload of prescriptions for me to track & administer. Plus a daily insulin shot as well as a few glucose tests with the requisite needle pokes.
He has a nice scar down his chest, little scars around his belly, two scars on his donor leg, and his old gallbladder scar from its removal many years ago.
Medicine today seems so old fashioned to me- whatever happened to all that cool doctor stuff in Star Trek? No dermal regenerators, bio-beds, handheld medical scanners, cures for age-old maladies. I loved Dr. McCoy’s comment in the fourth movie while in a hospital elevator in San Franscisco- “what is this? the Dark-Ages? Drilling holes in his head…”
Erika
