Being under deep anesthesia for nearly 6 hours removes some of your powers of concentration and patience. I have a hard time reading anything longer than a few paragraphs and almost no patience for playing my word games, which have been a large part of my life. It has gotten better over the last few weeks, though, so I expect to be back to playing well in the near future.
Scars itch. They hurt too, but itch more. And I was told not to put any lotions or balms on it. I had 4 open IV's in my neck. a chest drain under the scar, 2 pacing wires going into my heart. They all itch.
The shiny stuff is glue. My breast bone is wired shut, and the glue will dissapate eventually and flake off. It can't happen too soon for me. I have enough brown spots and imperfections already. A surgical nurse told me that my scar was very neat. I will have to take her word for it, since I've never seen another one.
My three children and my son-in-law have all risen well to the occasion of caring for me and Jim too. They have all been very solicitous and helpful. I never thought it would be otherwise, but they have all surprised me, especially in the face of numerous doc and lab appointments. I want to publicly thank all four of them: Shannon, Aliza, Darren and Ed.