My 30 y.o. daughter had her gall bladder yanked yesterday, so I'm in charge of:
Refilling the icebag and reloading the ice tray.
Heating broth and pouring it in a coffee mug.
Transporting stuff up to her room.
Transporting stuff down from her room.
Waking her up every three hours last night to verify that she hasn't tripped any of the "Panic Now!" items on the patient checklist.
Errands a/r.
Before they released her they asked her to rate her pain on a 1-10 scale: "About a 3."
"Woman, what do you do that you're so tough?"
"I teach at a middle school."
Refilling the icebag and reloading the ice tray.
Heating broth and pouring it in a coffee mug.
Transporting stuff up to her room.
Transporting stuff down from her room.
Waking her up every three hours last night to verify that she hasn't tripped any of the "Panic Now!" items on the patient checklist.
Errands a/r.
Before they released her they asked her to rate her pain on a 1-10 scale: "About a 3."
"Woman, what do you do that you're so tough?"
"I teach at a middle school."
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