Routine is fast being established

For Mary's benefit and to make sure I could sleep, I set up the air mattress in the downstairs rec room. Reenie has the guest room and we made sure Mary could work the intercom to call us in the middle of the night. Frankly, Mary doesn't need to hear my snoring right now and I was afraid I might roll over and cause her undue pain. Mary has said the pain is primarily the incision which is good. She also can have her back pain pop up (arthritis) if we don't situate her right when sitting or even laying down.

Reenie and Mary agreed to a schedule for the pain meds during the night and I haven't heard any complaints so I guessed that worked.

This morning is a routine of medications, cleaning and packing the incision and getting Mary into clean clothes. They did remove her abdominal drain and the tummy hole the tube went through is still open. She has an ostomy bag glued to her skin and until the hole heals, it drains stuff. The doctors had the stuff analyzed and its part of the production caused by the healing of the liver. As long as it stays the same color, we are simply to empty the bag as needed. When the hole heals, it is done.

Mary is able to stand up on her own. She walks with one of MaryR's walkers for safety. We'll need to get her walking around the house a bit more today but that is about it.

The acid test was our older dog, Shawna. When Mary came home from the first hospitalization at Good Sam, Shawna ignored her. She even crawled into her dog bed with her behind facing Mary and her nose against the wall. It took a day or so for Shawna to approach her and let herself be petted by Mary. After the gall bladder operation, Shawna was a bit stand offish but not too bad for the first couple of hours. This time, Shawna was at Mary's side as soon as we sat her in the chaise lounge so I guess the old girl (the dog that is) is accepting Mary's comings and goings.

Little one aka Wiggles, Layla or "Why am I yelling at a deaf dog" is her same self. Right in the middle of everything and loving all the things we drop (and don't notice to pick up) so she can have a good chew. Yucky.