Much Better!

The sleepy cowboy intestines seem to be waking up. This would mean the foreseeable end of the ileus problem! And THAT would (this is me assuming--no one said this, but still...) mean he could go home, once he can eat!

The only things left to resolve are:

1. He still can't eat or sip water yet, but I'm going to guess they let him try water soon.

2. They are concerned about a new thing--his incision. They aren't sure what is going on with all that flow (the flow which, to get them to really notice, Bill and I had to put on a dramatization of Armageddon in the hallway yesterday, as you recall). I wasn't here when the doctors came in, but in his half-asleep report, Bills says it seems they took out a bunch of his stitches and are letting his incision get air, and they are making him roll down to x-ray to figure out what is going on with it. He is on intravenous antibiotics again.

BUT! It can't be THAT serious of a concern, because they told him to walk and see what the incision does, in terms of draining. That doesn't sound to me like they're very worried. But if you have Genetic Pessimism like I do, the thought has already reached your mind: WALKING WITH HALF OF HIS STITCHES OUT? IS THAT REALLY A BRILLIANT PLAN?

3. The pathology report. Maybe today? If that thing comes back clear, you're going to be so sick of seeing me post photos of people celebrating...wait. It's Lent. Not supposed to be in celebration mode during Holy Week. Ummmmm. Okay, I'll post photos of NUNS celebrating. That should keep me within the Lenten parameters of sombriety. (Is sombriety a word?) (Do nuns dance?)

Giddy here.