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The dark sleek heads are risen from the water
Home from six days in hospital with a plan designed not to land me back there any time soon, I have been passed into the care of Dr. Hestia, who is already carrying out her duties with enthusiastic ministrations of purr. I have washed my hair for the first time in a week. I have eaten food prepared by my family. I napped like a stone in the late afternoon, which I will have needed since my regimen for the foreseeable involves a schedule of medications I cannot let slide even when some of them require me to be awake at hours I have preferred my entire life to spend unconscious. My calendar is inevitably full of further maintenance, but I am truly looking forward to an increase in conversations that have nothing to do with the monitoring of my vitals. Mostly I am marrow-tired and vague with new chemistry and glad to be home in my own clothes and drinking water I don't have to ring anyone to bring me in bed. I was not expecting and delight in the gift of a plush harpy eagle that arrived while I was away.
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*Boggle* I was getting IV morphine in the middle of the night during the acute pancreatitis thing, but at least they did it via the canula, they didn't actually stab me each time.
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Thank you!
I was getting IV morphine in the middle of the night during the acute pancreatitis thing, but at least they did it via the canula, they didn't actually stab me each time.
One of the meds was non-negotiably a subcutaneous injection and then there were the blood draws. I could get one of the others intravenously. Morphine was not among them! I was offered all manner of opioids, but as we once discussed I do not metabolize them well and I didn't think it was a morphine-level situation.
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I think we file that one under sod's law!