Second Laparoscopy: Day 7 post-op

Friday, December 24, 2010

Dr. Shem from UCSF called me back. She was nice to me and talked to me about my concerns of low grade fever and bleeding. She said Dr. Skillern is in the office today and so she’ll talk to her and give me a call back. I was grateful that Dr. Shem was being a go-between, because I’m really just fed up with Dr. Skillern.

Shem called back again and said they are not concerned – the bleeding is likely my period, which was originally due on Thursday, December 23 anyway. It’s all in the way she said it, though. Not condescending or dismissive like Dr. Skillern always is.

Dr. Shem called in a new prescription for Tylenol 3 – a one week’s supply. I expressed concern about being on all that Tylenol 3, and was told that they’re not really worried about irreversible liver damage after a week or two of intensive Tylenol 3 use after a surgery.

She said that If I get through the second round of Tylenol 3 and I’m still in debilitating pain, then I must go back to UCSF to be seen again. I am fine with that.

That afternoon, my husband had errands to run. I was tired of being cooped up in the house, and there’d been a break in the rain, so I asked if he could drop me off at the beach with a camping chair.
He was enthusiastic to the idea and fetched the camping chair from the storage unit. He walked me out to the beach and set up the chair for me and I was a happy girl. Then we agreed to meet back up in one hour.

Sittin on the cold beach all bundled up

Sittin on the cold beach all bundled up

Crown Memorial Beach, Alameda, CA

Crown Memorial Beach, Alameda, CA


View of San Francisco

View of San Francisco

Closeup of San Francisco

Closeup of San Francisco


 

While I sat there on the beach, staring at the water and being so happy to be outdoors under the sky, I noticed an Asian family of three to the left up the beach a bit. There was a woman, a man and a female child. They had stuck roses into the beach, and lit some incense. The scent that wafted smelled to me like sandalwood or something earthy like that. Perhaps, since it was Christmas Eve, they were burning frankincense and myrrh.
When they were done with their tradition or ritual, they gathered up the roses again, and tossed the roses adrift in the San Francisco Bay.

Family with roses

Family with roses

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I watched the roses float past and was mesmerised by the whole thing.

Roses floating past

Roses floating past

Roses washing back ashore

Roses washing back ashore


 

Some of the roses washed back ashore, while others continued to float on the current for a bit. I watched until they were out of sight, and then I got up out of my chair and walked along the beach for as long as my body could stand it (i.e. about five minutes).

The wind was cold and I was shivering, but I was so glad to be outdoors.

Roses washed up on the beach

Roses washed up on the beach

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Happy Holidays to you and yours.

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