I’m trying to get this straight so that you can see what I’m going through, but mostly for myself and my ability to hold onto memories. 

On Wed and Thursday (10/26 & 10/27) my wife wrote about what she saw and how I was reacting to the 2 days after TPVR. From the inside it was what she said, plus the confusion of my own space and time.  Sleeping in a hospital is pretty miserable.  They were giving me powerful drugs to help my body shedd the liquids in my system, so I constantly felt the need to pee.  Every time I would lie down the bladder would signal me “gotta pee”. I was getting about 2 to 3 hours of sleep a night, I wasn’t a happy camper. 

Every time I have had one of these operations, I have expectations which are unrealistic and usually cause me and those who are supporting me trouble. I had forgotten how hard it was to sleep.

On Thursday and Friday (10/27 & 10/28) I had a weird situation which was developing with my left hand.  There was an involuntary jerking of the fingers and the wrist.  I would go to pick up a cup and my arm may jerk away in a 4 inch arc, fingers flicking  uncontrollably.  I wasn’t really scared, but more just curious.  I’d be holding a cup of water, suddenly it’s splashing out onto the bed and table around me.  The Docs said it was because my arm was held in a wrong position for 6 hrs straight. The operating table was unlike what we see in the movies. It was more of a “t” then a table.  My arms were spread out to both sides of the cross beams of the “t”.  The whole room was a little disappointing.  I was expecting a grand room like you might see in the movies, not so.  The whole room was only about as big as a bedroom, about 10×12, with lots of machines around the area with the “table” sort of in the middle.  In this little room were about 5 or 6 people, they have to suck their stomachs in to get by each other. Yet with all that, they do amazing work.  More about this later.