Post-Op.

We were at the University of Iowa's awesome hospital bright and early Friday morning, and by 9 am The Daughter was on her way to pre-op. For the next four or five hours we hung around the waiting room and conveniently located Java House downstairs, both of which had wireless internet access. When we finally went in to see her after recovery I was surprised how good she looked. I guess you get better with this post-op stuff with practice. She was taken to her room right away where they started pumping her full of morphine. Actually they just *thought* they were pumping her full of antibiotic. As it turned out, the nurse had screwed up and for the first hour or so they were just pumping fluids into her forearm tissue because she'd missed the vein entirely. That was easy to see because her arm and hand swelled up to about twice their normal size and were getting really painful. So we got that fixed and with the nerve block was still in effect and some extra morphine she was pretty much out for the count last night.

Back at her apartment, she has a little miniature pincher puppy for which the term hyperactive doesn't even scratch the surface. This little dog practically bounces off the walls. He also like to piss on the couch precisely in the locations where I'm about to sit. So I ended up doing laundry last night.

By early morning the nerve block was finally starting to wear off and the pain was ramping up, but anyway she was back home before noon along with a neat space-age electronic "Game Ready" ice pack machine.

As for myself, the ribs seem to be hurting even more, probably from lugging around my messenger bag and computer all day yesterday, while the collarbone seems to be hurting much less. I finally got on the trainer for another hour this evening. I swear, the dripping sweat and all really distract me from actually riding the damned thing. I can't wait to get back on the road.