Mid-Summer Waning Garlic Moon
A groggy Kate called this morning to say she had a temp and they’d done a chest x-ray. Maybe pneumonia. The adage after surgery is wind, water, wound. That is, look for an infection first in the lungs, second in the kidneys/bladder and third in the wound itself. This seemed to fit. My mind danced over the possibility of these superbugs, among them pneumoccocus strains. Let that thought dance right out again. No need to worry about something I don’t know.
So, I canceled my Latin, did the errands and drove in to make sure I did know what was going on. After a while, Dr. Stein came in, a good doc, a hospitalist we met a year ago when Kate had the other hip done. He looked at her oxygen saturation and her temp. O2 sat was fine; her temp slightly elevated at 102. In his judgement the temp could be the result of the stress of surgery. Her hemoglobin dropped to 7 though, so they ordered her two units of blood.
We ate lunch together, talked about this and that, the dogs, the bees, Mark, her friends. She got some new drugs for pain and was about to head into lala land, so I came home for a nap myself.
Everything seems fine, given the trauma of the surgery. Whew.
