Posted by O. | Filed under Ophelia's Diary
The next morning was Thursday and Mamma drove in to see me whilst Poppy stayed at his office to operate. At about 11:00 am I finally had my breathing tube taken out of my nose and I was able to cry. That first day was tough. I was still hooked up to a lot of funny television screens with wiggly lines and numbers, just like Mamma’s. Everyone was still rushing around checking my pulse and my breathing, but I seemed to be doing well. Now I had two little prongs in my nostrils for oxygen and my tube was out of my bladder so that I was back to wearing diapers. One tube was taken out of my wrist on the right side but I still had one in each arm with a little board on my hand to hold them in place.
The most interesting thing was that when I finally got to look down I had this white tape in the middle of my chest. They had zipped me up pretty neatly and I think Poppy would be pleased with the closure. Even Dr. ‘Q’ came to see me that day and asked about Poppy and seemed to be pleased that I was doing well. Finally, they took me out of my adult bed and put me into a crib. I no longer felt like a supporting actor in “Honey , I shrunk the kids.’
Poppy finished operating that evening and drove into to see me in the wind and rain, finally arriving about 8: 00 p.m. He drove home later, leaving Mamma to keep me company. I was still in the Intensive Care Unit on the 9th floor for one more night.